Will raised a hand to touch his face. After not having seen his own reflection in so long, he sort of forgot the beard was there. "Yes please," he said, eager to get rid of the thing. He wasn't about to steal a look from Little John or anything. "I need to pee first. I'll- I'll be back."
To be able to use the bathroom, unobserved! To be able to feel himself clean and fresh without the indignity of a fucking bucket was such a good feeling. He leaned in to look at himself in the mirror, examining the facial fuzz. No, that had to go. He looked sloppy.
Even the Sheriff couldn't beat the vanity out of him.