[Winter considers this a moment. Then he half-turns to look them in the face and, expression very bland, he offers,]

I could punch him for you. Maybe knock the memories loose.

[He is (mostly) not serious. This is, in fact, one of his first attempts at a joke since the tiny town. Rue might recall his usual delivery for jokes is deadpan, or they might not.

But he will do it if they say he should, joke or not.]