He was the leader of the other side, yes. That's who we were fighting.

[ But Voldemort not being pleasant is the funniest thing, and her nose wrinkles as she fights back her laughter. ]

It's how he was raised, I suppose, and... He couldn't feel love. I mean that he was literally incapable of feeling it, so that might have contributed.

[ Settling down, she leans back and breathes out before she turns her head back to look at him. ]

I don't mind, really. I'm not sure what I ought to ask, really. I... It just seemed a little bit lonely.