Eric stood again, slowly, looking at the scene. He glanced at the corpse John referred to, studying it for a moment, before he glanced at and considered the others. This was quite a mess for one man to clean up, even one with skills, but if John didn't want help then Eric wasn't going to force him.
At mention of rope, Eric offered his attention to John, "There's a bunch of it at the studio in one of the closets near the entryway. Take whatever you want, I can always get more later." He only hoped it would be enough.
As far as the progression of the evening ahead, Eric decided it was in his best interest to head back home. At least until John had his chance to clean up. Tomorrow was a new night.