The lombax can't help the half-question. It's almost a half-dare, asking the taller redhead to explain himself. Because he knows that spark in those eyes. It's vengeful. Something he's seen far too many times in his own eyes.
And a snicker. And another flash behind eyes.
And that comment makes large ginger plaster against his head, and he glares.
"Yeah, actually, I know a crapload 'bout torture. Practically been subect t'it, an' I can tell ya I'm not 'bout t'put anyone else through that. 'Specially not 'hind 'er back."
He says, clipped and pointed, hinting that maybe things should calm a bit before any should go looking for revenge.