He shrugs, just casual, and offers her an easy smile.

"Thursday night, the quiet before the storm. We usually get more work at the weekend, especially in the heat. People jumping in the Thames." Lance glances sideways at it, tilts his head a little. "Which... I wouldn't advise."

It may look pretty in the dark, all the city lights reflecting off it, but Lancelot still thinks he'd rather not be in it.