Guy couldn't help but find it a little funny. The last time they'd both shared a cell it had been in York. On purpose. And they'd argued over if one would leave the other there to rot. But there had been a spilled pint involved back then too. He supposed there was irony there. Besides which Hood hadn't exactly been innocent in the whole thing. He'd gotten cocky in a shocking and unexpected turn of events. Because he was Robin Hood. Alright, so the pint or two before that might have influenced things just a little.
It had been a kind thing for Hood to ask him to meet for a pint. He'd been sitting in that dammed hallway in that impossible machine for so long, worried about Rose, about if she was too far changed from the woman she'd been and if he could help her. Hood had provided a few hours distraction. More than he'd anticipated of course.
"My fault? You're the one that suggested that pub. Because it served a ale you thought was closest to what you could get in the Trip. Well that went wonderfully didn't it?"
He had to admit the ale had been similar.
"I'm just reminded of something you won't remember, but we did something similar in a pub in York. Because getting arrested seemed like the best plan. I dislike getting arrested you know. Never did happen before I sided with your lot." Of course that was mostly because he'd been the one ensuring the arrests of others, but the less said about that the better. "I'm sure Marian will understand. And you'll get your warm fire."
Of course he believed none of it. She'd lynch him.