He moves to take Henry's hand, smile faltering as he clarifies. Ah, well. That certainly makes things a little more complicated. He releases Henry's hand, crosses to the body curiously before lifting his eyes back to the man.

"What did you find?" he prompts, and all the while his mind runs through options. It's unlikely to be mundane, considering it has been taken in by the Night Council. A faction killing? Supernatural accident? There are plenty of options, and Lancelot is yet to have a good grounding of experience in any of them -- but he supposes this is the only way to get it.