"While we are alone, you have the power in the situation – do you understand? Not me. You. I will do anything you want. I will leave if you want, if you tell me to stay in the armchair or in the fucking corner or on my bed –" he waves at the makeshift bed he'd transfigured for himself "– all day, then I will. I will let you bind me if it helps you feel safer. You can do anything that won't compromise our safety." His eyes are clear and honest, as he backs away further from his wand, hands at his sides. There is a tender concern in his eyes that Hermione hates, because after last night – with her body sore and abraded from his violations – all she wants to do is hate him. Call him monster. Then, hesitantly and low, he adds: "And...and if you want to hurt me, then I won't hold it against you. You can – can do that too, if you want. You have every right to."