"Bellatrix," Tom echoed a moment later, curling his tongue about her name so that he could remember it. The fact that she used the word follower didn't surprise him. It pleased him, however. It affirmed the theories that he had been building since he had entered this place. He had always known that he was going to inalterably change the world; the fact that he had accomplished such goals was all too pleasing.
"Yes," Tom responded. "The warm welcome I received has not gone unnoticed. I could only wonder what feats have occurred in the future that have made me deserve such a reception."
He trusted that if, she knew him as well as she claimed to, that she would understand that it was a request for information; he wanted to know as much about the future as he could. He needed to know what to expect. He needed to know who was an enemy and who was a follower. And he needed to know who, out of those enemies, was likely to be rash and impulsive. Who was likely to act?