Will quickly shoved the mug under the bed so the Sheriff wouldn't look and see the residue of food in there. He lifted himself to sit on the end of the bed as Tuck was ordered over and cuffed to the bars.
"So, like, where's your clean motives in this particular venture?" he called to the Sheriff like he was just picking up on any old conversation thread. "Is this one of those times where you let yourself off the ethical hook because you think the preacher here is a bit naughty?"