Marian wished she could believe that. He sounded sincere, but she knew he was good at that. She might have been wily like a fox, but the Sheriff was a snake: slippery and always ready to strike.
But the thought was always there: if she could keep him here as much as possible, if she could make sure he didn't disappear for long periods of time, then she could be sure he wasn't after her boys. Sure, Guy and John were both still out there, but Marian was only one woman. She could only do so much.
"Thank you," she said after considering his words, and this time she truly meant it. "And thank you for lunch."