"Can't I?" she teased. "Now tell me, love, how many girls have you been dallying with since getting out of the clink?" She couldn't really fault him, she supposed, and her smile was still cheerful but... well, she wouldn't be pleased to hear of other women. With Robin, Marian had a tendency to turn to jealously very quickly should he so much as even look at other women. (Or, as was more often, women looked at him.)