Malcolm leaned up against the door and chuckled. "Max isn't the same as solitary. I might see what I can do to get you bumped up. Put in a word and all. You know? If you are thinking about escape right now, I would be very annoyed. I might just have to take that out on our dear Friar." The sheriff stooped so that his mouth was near the bottom of the door, but not close enough for Will to shove any weapons through.
"He cried, last time he stayed with me. Did he tell you that? And he begged me, covered in his own filth." It was a lie, but Malcolm didn't care. "How long do you think before I can break him again?"