God, he hated the Sheriff. Hate, hate, hated him. Will had a special place in the depths of hell for all three of the terrible offenders- Sheriff, John and Guy- but Nottingham had a throne of honour in the deepest spot. He took a long breath and worked his jaw, looking down at the table.
"No need, sir," he said. It was clear that he resented his forced obedience, and it was not given willingly, even with the good food as a reward. And for the record, he was good on his knees, but the Sheriff would never know.