Erik gritted his teeth. Even if it made no sense, it seemed like the ten years Charles was trying to claim had left him bitter and not afraid to express it. Erik had no idea what might have happened, but it seemed as though his handiwork on the beach had left...more of an impact than he realized. "I have never said anything of the sort," Erik said, scowling quietly as he glanced down at the helmet. Perhaps it had been implied, but Erik had had to protect himself. He had had to make sure that any potential for Charles to stop him was eliminated. He knew how easily the other man could control others, how easily he could confuse, disorient, and even manipulate them given the reason. And if there was one thing Erik feared over anything else, it was the loss of his control. He'd had it taken away one too many times already. Never again.
"And if you're going to have a fit..." Erik said, pausing before stepping forward and dropping the helmet onto Charles's head. If it blocked him from getting in, it would likely block them from getting in as well. And the way the other man was reacting to using his ability, Erik was a little worried that if he kept is up, he might have an aneurysm.
Ten years seemed to have made more of an impact than just bitterness, too. He'd never had this much trouble before. Not that Erik could remember.