Kvothe flinched away as Harry looked towards his eyes, terror flashing across his face - until the dreaded soulgaze didn't happen again. Then he let out a sigh, and met Harry's eyes, nodding as he listened to him speak. He'd had people try to teach him rules and laws before. Kilvin. Lorren. He'd been punished for the things he did, and for the most part behaved in both the Fishery and in the Archives. For the most part.
"I'll follow your rules," he said softly. "While I'm here, in this place, I'll follow your rules. I swear it. I want to know...how you do the things you do. How you found the name of fire, and the name of the wind. How to do the things you were doing. But I don't want to do Soulgazes. Not ever again." Some things were private for a reason, after all. "And about what's wrong and not wrong. I should tell you, then, I killed people by using a dead body as a simulacrum. And...I called down lightning on them."