"It is incredibly frustrating not to have control over my body's physical responses to my emotions." It was a little muffled, brow still resting against Charles' shoulder, because that really was the crux of it, he was used to having control even when he slid into that edge of panic from an unexpected source, the worst that happened was he would freeze for a moment -and Charles generally got him moving again when necessary- but never felt the odd, shapeless sort of anxiety and even shame that came with it. That he definitely didn't like.

He straightened finally, accepting that kiss and the comment with something much closer to his usual grace, just arching a brow as he responded, "It did, yes, but not in the way you intended, unfortunately." That dryly amused tone finally sliding back in around the edges of his voice, "So I daresay you could use some more practice."