After a few moments, his master reached out for Voldemort, offering the tips of his fingers. After a deep breath, the older wizard came closer and connected their hands. For a heartbeat, nobody said a word; the two soulmates merely looked into each other's eyes. Then they turned as one. Cold emerald eyes and burning red ones dug into his mind as the Dark Lord cast, "Leglimens." His defence was instinctual, disconnected memories of study topics, potions with his Slytherins and dinners in the Great Hall where Dumbledore had annoyed him, rose to the forefront of his mind. Little tidbits of information. Too much to be considered useless but nothing of real value.