"Yes." His voice is quiet. "When your chest goes tight, you can't breathe, and everything is encompassed by those moments again. Considering what it is you're haunted by, I'd be open with anyone that it looks like you might wind up bedding. You don't have to tell them everything, but let them know that you've been hurt, and you might get inside your head for a time, that it's not them. If they can't accept that, then they're not worth your time in the long run."

Which is easier to say than deal with, he knows. But that's life, especially for mages.