He bares his teeth at the cause of the scars, rumbling dangerously in his throat. Are men like demons? Do they delight in tormenting each other? Yes, they must. Otherwise Naraku wouldn't have grown to such a powerful, dangerous threat through those means.

Whining, ears pressed to his head, he licks Zishu's scars - the ones he can reach - and nudges his nose against the man's cheek.

"If I want someone dead, I kill them."

Torture is beneath him. If it must be done for information, he leaves that to Jaken.