[Yeah, he maybe left that one a little vague. Kit fiddles with the crystal in his grip, considering his words uncomfortably. Then, slowly,] I think he's on the cusp of going a little out of his head. The kid's terrified--what's the point of scaring him more? Prior to this, I think his biggest worry in life was what to wear at fancy dinner parties. Now he's stuck with a hostile foreign power far from home, and from what I can tell, the guy who was supposed to be his mentor and protector trapped him in this scenario without giving him so much as a head-up. He's just left him to the wolves.

[Consideringly,] Under those same circumstances, can't say I blame him for lashing out. If you feel like you've got nothing left to lose, your priorities reorder themselves accordingly. [That much, at least, he knows from experience.]

...anyway. You can manipulate him on pain of death and torture to cooperate, or you can make him want to cooperate. He's clearly got no love or loyalty to the sodding Venatori; why use the stick when we haven't even tried the carrot yet?