John bared his teeth, his eyes furious. "Oh, not as much pain as you do," he said, and broke into a nasty laugh. "You might have some trouble getting Marian out, considering she and Malcolm are getting awful cosy."
Scarlet's joking facade faded, and his expression darkened. "You better not be saying what I think you're saying."
John sneered and looked back at Robin. "You didn't see them. I did. Holding hands as they walked through the town. Little kisses and smiles. Pet names. And at night, they go upstairs together to their shared bedroom, and they make sweet love in the moonl-"
He was cut off by a heavy blow to the mouth from Scarlet, and John yelped from the blow and then laughed, an edge of hysteria in his tone. "They fuck and she likes it," he said, just before Scarlet leapt on him, hitting and spitting with fury.