There was not a single malicious thought that swirled about in his head when near the King. Whom of which lately he was allowed to call by first name, it was odd. More than odd really. Down right unnerving, but Richard kept insisting, so Much kept looking for reassurance that he was doing the right thing. He'd even called Robin, Master on occasion still out of pure habit. There would likely be mistakes made.
Much didn't treat him any different than he would any other friend though beyond titles. It was the same for anyone else he accepted as a friend. They would be treated as nothing more or less.
Friends..who would take care of his friends? That may have been the only thing Much feared knocking on deaths door. He could barely breathe when Richard knelt down, a rather large piece of glass saw to that stuck in his chest.
But his eyes did open. Blood shot but open. "Don't let Robin be alone.." Words barely audible. Pained at best. "Takes so much looking after." He tried to swallow, but it ended in coughing and blood.