Will had stopped attacking the dummy, and Tuck was glad. It meant he was interested in this. "Ciaran likes me," Tuck said, reaching his hand back to scratch his neck, his tone giving away the fact that he had no idea why anyone would ever like him. "For some reason," he added. "I was drunk last night but I could go in sober next time. Get a proper layout. Figure out what pieces to take. Then I take him out somewhere and you lot move in." It was a classic honeypot situation, though in all their years of running jobs, Tuck had literally never been the honeypot. Ever. Alan, Will, Robin, Marian, they had all had their turns at it, but who would ever look twice at the old friar? Tuck didn't understand how it could be this way, but apparently it could!