John chuckled in a condescending kind of way. "Oh Friar. If it were only that simple."
Will gritted his teeth against the pain in his shoulder, forced to crane his neck upwards to see John properly. The arsehole looked so fucking smug, and Will hated it.
"I just wanted to have a little chat with you, William," John said, pulling out his phone. He opened the security app and pulled up the feed from the barn, looking at it with a little smirk. "You're being a bit of a shit, actually, so here's the deal. That food is for you. You try and share it, or refuse to eat it, Malcolm here will pull your dear Friar out of here and do to him whatever his heart desires for as long as he feels like. You throw it on the floor, then you will eat it off the floor, and then Malcolm will take the Friar away. I don't want you dead, William. I want you on my side."
Will's eyes widened, his gaze flicking to Malcolm and then at John. He couldn't see Tuck from his current position, but he just knew Tuck's face would be one of anguish.
John looked at Tuck, almost wanting to laugh at the deception they were pulling. "What do you think of that, Friar?"