Eliot tries to keep his face impassive, he really does, but as Carter goes on, the intensity of his eyes--while already at an extreme--seems enough to burn through the table, if they'd been lasers. Something twitches on the side of his jaw, as he grits his teeth hard enough to possibly crack a molar.

He doesn't want to think about them beating Carter, throwing him into a trunk. He's done that so many times in his own line of work both working for Moreau and with Nate, but this is different. He can imagine how frightened Carter was and...

He looks back up at him, his gaze unflinching.

"What did he do to you?"