"I'm just here to stop you from hurting others," Malcolm explained. He kept his hands on Tuck's face, and Tuck realised he was shaking and he hated it. Then the Sheriff clapped his hand on Tuck's cheek twice, once harder than was comfortable, but not hard enough to appear like a slap to the people beyond the kitchen.
"Ow, fuck," Tuck breathed. His hand rising to his cheek. "I'm not hurting anyone. I love these people."
"Just being around them is hurting them," Malcolm explained, like it was obvious. "And I'm here to make sure you don't do anything worse. Have you slept with any of them, friar? What about altar boys?"
Tuck squared his jaw, "no I have not slept with any of them! And I don't have altar boys."