"Don't kill her," was the only thing he offered. He found wine and poured it. "He's a martyr Joshua. They die before they'll say anything. And he'll keep on dying until it stops being funny."
He walked to the boy and handed him a glass. "Don't waste that on her. And he loves. More reason for him to die before he'll talk. He'll whimper, he'll plead, but he won't give up anything. So, she can pass along a message. I'll keep doing this until someone talks. Tells me who put you in that box."