Tuck sort of gasped as John stole the bag from him and ate the food in front of both Will and Robin. He lowered his hands, one clenching by his side, which Robin noticed as well. Tuck was clearly livid but he didn't say a thing.
It stung, to lose the food, but he wasn't going to let Lackland know that. "You're pathetic," he shot back, rolling his eyes. "Such a weak-willed little shite. This make you feel big, does it? We understand you have to compensate for your tiny prick." He went to sit beside Will then, reaching out to squeeze his nephew's shoulder.