He’s stumped. He’s just been presented with a man with a deformed hand and a question he knows the answer to but refuses to say, and so for the first time in his life, he doesn’t know what to do. What he stands for. It’s unsettling, to say the least, and he hates how quickly that feeling descends, like knocking over a cup filled with wine.
So the moment he turns around, he gathers with the others to plot the murder of a crazy man, because they’re going to war, and the crazy man is more dangerous than they’ll ever wish to know.