Stutely, returning with a couple of old towels and a bowl of lukewarm water, cracked a slight smirk. "Nothing I ain't heard before, Friar. Well," he admitted after a beat, "maybe not in this particular context."
(Honestly, he was more tripped up by that thing with Eleanor, which was more than he'd ever wanted to know about the Queen's sex life, but it also didn't make sense for the Sheriff to blow his top about that, so he'd made the decision to file it away under Not His Business.)
He set down the bowl beside the couch and offered one of the towels to Scarlet. "You want to do the honours, beautiful?"