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The Dark Lord laid his now-bloodied over-robe over the back of the sofa and stepped around to sit down beside Assistant in just a shirt and trousers, summoning a bottle and glasses from somewhere offscreen. One leg crossed over the other as he settled into the cushions.
"..which concludes today's episode," he was saying, pouring a glass for each of them, and pulling his phone from his pocket; a soft chime in the background designated the end of the half-hour they'd allocated to the main video. "But since we're all here," by which Sir referred to the ongoing stream which had seen them record the Professor Riddle episode live this week, "shall Assistant and I read out a few of the top viewer questions from the previous episode's comments section?"
Assistant accepted the glass, swirling the faintly golden liquor before taking a long sip. He had his phone out in his free hand, scrolling through the comments in question. "Ah, here's one, Sir," he said brightly. "Ever-the-romantic asks, 'are there such things as soulmates?'"
(The chat was gaining a lot of momentum. The :eyes: emoji in particular.)
Voldemort pursed his lips around his glass, thoughtful. "I suppose that's a fair question; soulmate stories have been a beloved trope in fiction for centuries, if not longer. They were terribly in vogue when I was a student - dear Merlin, the fanfiction," he added under his breath. "But really, the closest thing we have to soulmate identifying marks in the magical world would be prophesied pairings, or perhaps brother-wands?"
He finished his drink; considered the bottle a moment before pouring a second. "But really, the truest soulmates would be people with perfect magical compatibility."
Assistant flinched.