Instead of going for a plate, Much watched the way the pair of them interacted, the mutual reassurance like they were both more worried about the other than they were about themselves.
"He's right too," Much pointed at Stutely, watching Clio. If she wasn't fully on board, then it wasn't fully safe to be here. "We can cybercrime it up anywhere. It's not like we have to lurk behind your bookshelves and wait for him to come wandering past."
It wouldn't be the first time that people who'd promised to hide or help them had ratted them out to the likes of the Sheriff to save their own skin. Much got it. He understood why people got scared and narked. He'd just rather not be, metaphorically, trapped up the hay loft if that happened.
(And he really hoped Stutely knew all the exits to this place.)