Ordered to comply. Esme was at his mercy, forced to do whatever he wished to do with her. And even though she had all her clothes on, him going through her memories was much more exposing than being naked. He pointed the tip of his wand to her head, and Esme closed her eyes. The tears she was holding back had released, falling down her cheeks in thick drops. He was going to see her memories with Mr.Malfoy, and then she would surely die.