Riddle stopped too, looking at Harry over his shoulder. The tunnel was dark, the only light coming from glowing orbs they’d magicked to bob high over their heads. The shadows emphasized Riddle’s features: his high cheek bones and his straight Greek nose, the length of his dark lashes, long and thick enough to cast a shadow. "I stopped extorting her once I won the tournament. There was no need to continue incurring the risk, once I had the prize money."