Little John's expression back at Robin was just as tiny and private, suck it up buttercup in the fondest of ways. He'd pull through three different drive-throughs on the way home, if need be.
Here was to hope that nothing else was gonna get in the way of that. Lucifer, the Sheriff, some other big bad they were expecting less.
As the Sheriff tried to chat, and Robin shut him down, Little John flicked his hand, cool as you like, and extended the enchanted staff with a heavy thump down onto the floor. Just for something to lean on, mind. But if certain people were to take it as a warning, Little John wasn't about to correct them.