What sort of question is that? Draco cranes his head back so he can give Ecks a startled look. "Torture, of c--" is as far as he gets before the figure kicks him, hard, and he's jarred loose. He slides back with more momentum than the kick really should have given him; it's possible he gives himself an extra shove with his hands for added dramatic effect.

"How dare you?!" he blusters, propping himself up on one elbow and bringing his other hand to his face so he can press his fingertips to his nose. "Am I... am I bleeding?" He looks at his fingertips, eyes widening when he spies redness. "I'm bleeding!" This is unacceptable. This hooded monster must pay. "Shake him harder!"