Lancelot opens his mouth, closes it again and lets his expression screw up into something uncertain. His opinion of the fae isn't exactly entirely positive, but he knows well enough that... well, some might not be so bad. It's best not to judge all fae on his own experiences, and that aside... someone apparently who would kill her sounds worse.

"For what it's worth," he begins faux-lightly, "murder is still illegal -- so..."

He spreads his hands expansively, offers her a wincing smile.

"If you think you're in danger, there are people who can help."