It seemed like when Robin first introduced her and Much his plans had been to set them up. He didn't out right say it, but he had definitely seen the sparks fly between them----now he only seemed to have a distaste for them seeing each other. Jealousy? Hurt? Robin was not as happily in love anymore, he was still trudging through the pain and looking for something (anything) to make himself feel better. With the rest of the gang howling at him to shape up, all it was doing was pushing him further inside of himself and holding on to all that guilt and hurt. Much wasn't the only one that was hurt, neither was Leila. Their leader was spiraling and felt he had nothing else to hold onto except a victory.
Leila had been out in public with Much, but not in front of anyone else. She should have been comfortable, but the look on Robin's face made her smile fall after giving Much a peck on the cheek.
"Much," Robin said through tight lips. "Are you here for Marian?" Because Marian was not there, neither was Lancelot. No one else was supposed to be there.