[Strangely enough, the words that should instill fear, even hatred inside him only bring a sense of thrill-- what is wrong with him? None of his emotions are responding as they are supposed to, and he finds himself growling quietly, pressing against him more firmly, the leg around his hips pulling him closer]
You managed just fine, before. [It was because of you; because of what you made him feel. You didn't need to be trained to be able to affect him in this way.]