"Why- What are you doing, John?" You ask, confused, looking up at him. Then, you're looking straight at him, then you need to crane your neck downwards as he first folds one knee, and then the other. "I trust you. I'm yours." He says, looking up at your eyes with his hands folded in his lap. It makes him look so much less imposing, almost soft. The line of his shoulders is relaxed, there is nothing in his heart but relaxation, trust that you would not let him come to any harm.