Clearly you're not fine with it. [His temper is getting away from him, he knows, but Erik's being so obtuse about this that it's difficult for Charles to remain even keeled. Flicking his eyes to how Erik clings to it, he grows sadder, lines forming along his normally youthful face.] Do you really not care that you're risking your life every time you do it? Or did it, if you're telling the truth. Relying on something so unsustainable as anger to save you?