Tuck did indeed look anguished, even though he was actually quite full and he was glad to not have to eat the disgusting stew. "Why are you doing this to me?" he asked, his voice plaintive.
"Traitors don't get fed," Malcolm hissed back at Tuck. "At least not if this shit doesn't start cooperating." He tugged on Will's arm. "You don't stop being such a cunt, you're going to watch your Friar starve to death and know it's your fault."