[At first James smiles back, rather relieved to be offering something that seemed sincere, but then the nickname of 'Dragonslayer' makes the smile freeze and drop away entirely. It was odd, really; he'd gotten used to the 'prince', but he still hadn't gotten used to the 'dragonslayer', even though that was the only part of it he'd actually done himself. He looks away, swallowing hard, then takes a deep breath and looks back.

[Then he studies Will carefully, turning over the rumours he'd heard and placing them against the actions of the man in front of him. James knew how to get people to talk; he was amiable enough and knew how the tavern gossip worked. It was sometimes as useful as market gossip. He just didn't quite have enough to tell for certain--or maybe that was the fault of the hangover. Still, he can pin it down to three, and three out of what must be nearly a hundred is still greatly reduced.]

I can think of a few possibilities. Will Scarlet or Will Stutley, or perhaps David of Doncaster?