A look at pure fury cross Much's face at the sight of Tuck's bruises combined with Guy's name. Oh, he was going to pay that man back double for what he'd done. And for Marian. Guy's face was screaming out for an inverted nose.
"Yeah," he muttered in agreement. "Parsonage." Too distracted by outrage to care, he shucked off the stolen jacket and the heavily bloodcaked shirt, replacing it with Tuck's offer instead (he kept the jacket, he was quite partial to it) and did the same with his pants before ditching the dirty clothing in the nearest bin. He took a giant mouthful from the bottle and almost choked. "Goddammit," he muttered. "Didn't expect that to be actually water."