'Hey Tom-' Alex stopped as Riddle held up a finger, '- I mean, hey Lord Voldemort.'
Riddle grinned. 'Yes Mr Stockton?'
'If you're really the heir of Slytherin,' Riddle's eyebrow raised a fraction, '- and obviously you are - you'll have to have kids, won't you? To keep the line alive.'
'Really?'
'Yeah. Little baby Riddles running around while you're ruling the world. We could train them up as thieves.'
Riddle smirked. 'It's tempting, but I don't need a child to preserve the blood.'
He ran the chain of his locket though his fingers.
'I just need to stay alive.'