"If he has half your strength, he won't. If you're that worried, however..." Richter straightens up, dusting off his pants idly. "... I can go talk to him." Richter begins to remove his shirt, the better to adapt to the summer heat. His torso is covered in scars and signs of violence, the deepest of which is a set of claw marks across his ribs, but the most prolific of which...

... Well. He did mention being held a year against his will. Asch can put two and two together.