"Speaks more to her hardiness than to your driving," Much said, flipping Will off with one hand as he caught and pocketed the keys with the other. He didn't say it too emphatically though, more interested in Little John's answer than quipping with Will.
"When it's right," Little John said, with an elusive smile.
"You're terrible at gossip," Much complained, making Little John only smile harder.
"Tell me about your love lives, then," he said, grabbing Much around the shoulders with one arm and Will with the other, barreling them all toward the pub.