Marvolo straddles Harry’s hips, pressing down enough to cut off air before his expression alters, shifting from interested to annoyed. "Pet, we apparently must have a conversation about what is and isn’t necessary to share because you’ve kept quite a significant piece of information from me." The hand tightens, aching, and when no pulse of arousal surges up to meet the pain Harry realises the Inversion Spell must have been stripped. "In the future, you will tell me anything that is important or that involves me or that you think I might wish to know." A little release, a little gasp of air, and the hand tightens again, Marvolo’s dark green eyes nearly burning red now. "The fact that your Hermione is aware I have horcruxes and that you’re one of them is, in fact, all three of these things."