"Your work? Your work stops anybody loving you? Perhaps you ought to rethink your career path," Will said, catching onto that thread and pulling. Although he hurt for Much, he had to push past it. This was a battle of wits, and Will wasn't about to lose this without throwing at least one verbal punch.
"Nobody can match up to good, kind Maid Marian, though, can they? Do you think Marian would ever love a worm like you? Nobody comes close to Robin Hood in her eyes. You could never."
He had to focus on this, because the shed was feeling smaller by the moment. He eyed up the window, considering if he was going to try and fight his way through the reinforced glass. Was he desperate enough?