This was not what he cared to deal with right now. Erik looked up from his hands with a frown and straightened in his chair. "Knock, next time," he said tersely, but after a moment he beckoned Pietro to stand before a his desk. "He caused a riot in the city and deserved what was done to him as a result," he explained, though he did not clarify whether it was an angry mob that apparently damaged him or not. "There's tension," Erik muttered, mostly to himself, then regarded Pietro quizzically. "Was there something you wanted?"