[Tyki knows why he shouldn't look at her, but not why he can't. It takes a second try to look over, watching (with what feels like a wince) as she panics against the barrier. Not for any hurt pride, but a simmering dislike to - to see her upset? He's not exactly sure. The pile of feelings he's somehow amassed for this woman has actually come to worry him.
He wouldn't be able to force her, wouldn't want to. So unless he can fathom another loophole or earn her consent of some sort - they might actually find out what happens when a barrier shrinks too small. He has a winded laugh at the thought, absently brushing back his bangs and trying to concentrate. This is not, not good.]
Charlotte... [He can't come up with anything. Jerking off in front of her seems even more offensive than anything else.]