Will let out a grunt of pain as his face snapped to the side, but he felt a stab of victory at having provoked the reaction. He'd known this was coming but somehow, having forced the Sheriff's hand so to speak, he'd won the first move. Kind of hollow, but he'd take it. There was a little tickle of blood where the ring had split his skin. That was going to be fucking annoying.
He made himself laugh again, mockingly, as he raised his face again. "So you say," he replied. "You're John's little bitch and everyone knows it."