[He'd tried discussing it with Kanan. Kanan suggested broaching it with them. Helpful.]

So....you were trying to help him with his training....[Zevlor starts, rolling each word slowly so it comes on like a question rather than a statement. His arms are folded as he stands leaning in the doorway to Fenris' room, eyes narrowed over the spectacles he's begun wearing more and more these days, streaks of subtle white cut through his hair.] ....and that's when you two started hitting each other?

[The arched brow is a given.]

Are you certain it wasn't the other way around?