"I don't know if this is a comfort..."

He glances up at him, sighing, and frowning very slightly.

"But only once in our entire sexual relationship have I ever found myself in a situation where I couldn't physically push you off, if I needed to. Scarves tear, and you're bloody strong, love, but I'm an Amberite. Physically speaking it's more about me not holding you too tight when you're on top of me. I worry that I'll break your ribs."