Riddle seemed to sense this. He stilled for a long moment, then turned and walked away, stopping and facing the wall. His back moved with the force of his deep, calming breaths, and Harry watched him, tensed to react to any movement, wand at the ready. After a few long minutes of silence Riddle turned to face him and spoke slowly. "Perhaps we can make a deal. You do not want me to open the Chamber. I want you to tell me what you know of my future. I suggest an arrangement."