Despite the difference in height, Erik's stance, and the command in his hard gaze is meant to lock Pyotr in place, to start to make him feel small and perhaps a little helpless. Yet, Erik's voice is warm and reassuring. "There's nothing to forgive. I crave your reactions, the less polished the better. You are in my parlor now and there's no need for the manners of the outside world. All you need to do is exactly what I tell you. Let those feeling stir and I will quench them."

His free hand moves up to cup Pyotr's cheek, nails lightly scratching his skin, "That said, one of my first rules is that I do nothing, no matter how brutal, without your consent. If you want me to stop, you can trust that I will. But, not until you tell me. I am many things, but not a mind reader." His hand slides down to Pyotr's throat, gripping only lightly, "Understood?"