Much's eyes had been watching her hands on the stone as she spoke, but they rose to her face as soon as she said assassinate, and widened even more when she said witchcraft. "If anyone could do that, it's our Robin," Much said, picking up the stone she'd placed in front of him. "Sheriffs-bane, Curse-breaker, Redeemer of Assassins," he grinned at her, but did still have to ask. "You are redeemed, yeah?"