John looks absolutely livid, but the knowledge that he can't talk inside of Arthur's head and say everything he wants to say about that-

No! Not later, Arthur! What the fuck do you mean, torture!? Who tortured you!? I will fucking kill every single one of them I swear to fucking Christ-

The (silent) litany will continue as wide brown eyes stare hard enough Arthur might feel it.

He's jamming lasagna in his mouth before he screams.