He had been about to supply her with the name Lord Voldemort. More people here seemed familiar with that name, which he was please to find. Although, in truth, it was somewhat irritating to find that after everything he had done to bury his father's name alongside the man, there were still some that had pieced together what his ignorant mother had seen fit to name him. But never mind. Before he could say anything at all, recognition was blooming across her face.
He didn't know which was better - the girl's reaction in the house or this woman's. While the other girl's had been of fear, this was something else entirely. This was respect, a respect so deep and absolute that it gave him a different source of power altogether. It was, admittedly, intoxicating. One of eyebrows lifted slightly when she dropped to her knees in front of him. He hadn't been wrong about her at all, then. He hadn't been wrong about the future that wound its way in front of him; he was glad that he had found her. He didn't doubt that, being from the future, she would be an invaluable asset to him.
"Do not worry," Tom answered, gesturing with one hand for her to stand again. "It is I who might need to ask your forgiveness in this instance. I'm unaware of you entirely. But - we are obviously acquainted in your time, are we not?"