Pietro had put up little fight through all this abuse, mind still not quite caught up with what he had done. But now, on his knees and with strange new tactic, his eyes narrowed, trying to pull his head from his grasp, gritting his teeth slightly, though this was from the pain in his knees, now overly sensitive.
"Don't-" he half hissed, half grumbled, looking more uncomfortable with this gentle touch then with the punches and hair pulling.