Stutely stood to Robin's left, arms folded, expression contemptuous. He didn't cut quite the imposing figure he ordinarily would have – he'd lost a lot of weight and muscle mass during his time in the dungeon, most of which he'd yet to gain back – but he still had the advantage of his height, and he used every inch to loom over the Prince. With the fading black eye and the healing cut above his brow, to John's eyes he probably looked like exactly the sort of ruffian the man had always thought them to be.