"Indeed, contact the others," Tom asserted calmly, recognising the way she spoke. It was clear that she was waiting for his orders, perfect. Of course, Tom had planned that his followers would serve him, but the extent of which was unclear. In Tom's opinion they should fall to his knees and obey his words without a second thought, yet that particular point was partially answered with the rest of Lestrange's speech. He noticed the use of 'my Lord' and, while he did not comment, he allowed his lips to curl slightly upwards. It was how he should be treated and it suggested that the name 'Lord Voldemort' was being utilised.
However, his contentment fell away at her next description. His lips thinned just a little and his right hand tightly gripped one of the armrests. Killing a child after the prophecy was logical, but not being ripped from his body. It was impossible. It could only be seen as laughable that he could be stripped from his body by a baby. Dumbledore dying was pleasant and even more so learning that (if he believed her) he was able to regain his body and that his horcruxes worked.
"And who did you discover this?" he questioned when his voice was calm and he had pondered his thoughts. "Talking to others or researching yourself?" He had no intention on believing her words on face value. He would confirm it all himself.