The passion of the Sheriff

The Sheriff was angry.

People unfamiliar with him wouldn't notice. His normal anger was not subtle; he raged, he fumed, he indulged in a hanging or torture of prisoners, or some light physical abuse on Guy. It burned brightly, but burned out quickly.

This anger, however, was a more insidious thing. It simmered, it seethed, presenting almost as calmness. Rationality. Objective detachment.

"Gisborne!" he said, and ice flowed through Guy's veins. "We need to talk about Lady Marian's latest slip in manners. Her recent behavior is a bit... incompatible with life."

Talking him out of this would not be easy.