Logan was running out of patience, and out of time. As soon as they were discovered, he'd have to surrender Porter to the usual questioning methods. This snake would never tell the truth unless he feared for his life. He took one claw and sliced a thin line of bright red blood along one of Ford's tattoos.
"You really wanna see the beast, bub? I'm telling ya. Talk, bitch, or I'll cut you open a new mouth," he snarled. Of course that heel to the thigh hurt, bad, but then again Logan had been through much greater tortures in his time, and those were just those he remembered.