Ah, here he comes. Six feet and two inches of smouldering sexuality, ready to make Robin look like a mad constipated warthog. Me likee.
Good grief, but the man is attractive, especially when he is preparing to act all bad-ass.
Sir Guy. Ready to bait, rile and generally antagonize Bobbin as much as he can. Also take note of those two fetching curling tendrils of hair falling over his forehead. You gotta love him.
Marian? Oh, yes. She will be mine. Imagine us together, Hood. *Robin's head almost explodes at the thought of His Gorgeousness wielding his weapon with Marian. Jealous, any?*
I'll soon have everything that belongs to you, Robin. And you just can't bear that, can you?
So, Bobbin, what do you have planned now?
You may have me at a disadvantage, Hood. But you don't have ME yet. Because it's never say die for Sir Guy.