He's about to make appropriate sympathetic noises - and then can't help laughing. Still, it's maybe a slighty quieter, slightly less devilish laugh than it would normally have been. And he completely bites back the obvious question about it mother, although those cracks in his soul now spring unpleasantly to mind.

He pretends to consider for a moment, as a cover. 'Hmmmm. Is 'remain still' the same as 'not touch you'? If so, restraints might be needed, yes. It's very hard for me not to touch you.'