John sniffed. Finally, Tuck was asking the right question. What would John suggest?
He walked over and settled himself into the armchair, steepling his fingers over his crossed knees. "What I suggest if you dispense with limp-wristed reasoning, and begin convincing them. We do not want them dead. Dead is useless. Although..." He zoned out for a moment, imagining plunging a knife over and over into Robin's smug, ugly face- ahem. "Your purpose is admirable but you are thinking too small. You want to get into their heads. You might want to ask Malcolm for some tips. After all, it worked on Marian." For a while, at least, until the whole thing had come undone. But Malcolm had had Marian under his spell enough to have her in his bed voluntarily. Oh, if he had had that opportunity... He'd chain the traitor Loxley to a chair and make him watch... John's eyes glazed over for a minute at the fantasy, his mind elsewhere for a short time.