The Death Eaters were astonished, and that didn't happen very often. They saw their feared leader smile at the girl, let the girl touch him without killing her. Kiss him and wrap her body around him sensually, and let her touch his feared overgrown familiar who allowed her to touch her scaly body without biting her with venomous fangs. The Dark Lord had never allowed anyone to get close enough to even have a chance at brushing his voluminous robes, and if they ever were they were met with the end of his dark wand and with the flash of a green light in the blink of an eye. It had been common knowledge amongst their elders that he had never sought human contact with anyone once his beloved sister had gone missing all those decades ago, and they had heeded their advice with an abundance of caution around their volatile master.