Malcolm grunted and he curled in on himself, wailing a little, in despair.
"Alright, alright," Michael said, "let's get him outside." Robin had asked for that specifically, and Michael was a General who followed rules. Usually God's, but in this instance, Robin Hoods. He picked the sheriff up by the collar, like he weighed nothing, and carried him down the stairs and outside.
Robin heard them pass, and even though he was holding Marian tightly, he said, "we should go, love. Let's get out of here, hmm?"