So he would force his masklike face into a smile and hold out his hands, hiding the distaste as the infant reached from its swadlings and grasp his fingers. Dementor young were strange looking, they were small, and had large, luminous red eyes, that sometime in the adolescence would close and seal. They would stare up at him, their smiles much as unpleasent as the Drak lord's own, and he would hodl the child until its parent was convinced Voldemort had enjoyed such a great honor, and took it back, tucking it back beneath the folds of its robe, where Voldemort could on speculate it took some sort of nourishment.
It would have been understandable, if Voldemort's discomfort came from a dislike of dementors themselves, most wizards felt this way, but it wasn't the reason. He liked dementors, and had no disgust for them, adult or juvenile. Or if it had been a discomfort of having a creature that ate souls so close to him, but his soul was badly fragmented, and offered no taste, nor nutrition to any dementor. No, his reason for disliking this part of the visit had a lot more to do with the small fraction of his mind that still could be accused of having something akin to emotion...
Everytime he was offered the ":honor" it became more difficult to hand the infant back to its parent.
Voldemort rather liked dementors.
