Tuck nodded, as he poured himself a coffee as well. He wrapped his hands around the mug and sighed. "All the time? Was I a devoted friar, was I a rebel to my order, was I a fighter, was I fat, was I thin- God in one of the stories I'm with Marian. Which-" he thought of Marian like a daughter or a sister, so the thought of sleeping with her was not a nice one. "Did we even ever do those things, or do we just think we did?"