Light had been about to interject that he’d rather not get his prints on a body for which there was no proper killer known for yet when quite a bit of chattering broke about. Arching his brow, he listened to the banter and watched as Mrs. White delivered a rather ‘fatal’ blow to Wadsworth. Wincing in shared pain for the man, he shook his head lightly plucking the pipe from his lips as the dainty Miss Scarlet approached him. He smiled.
“Sounds like fun.” He nodded at her, although he wasn’t entirely sure about how much more entertaining it might be than watching this lot of character banter about themselves. Still, exploring with his girlfriend in a mansion filled with mystery and mayhem? What could go wrong?
He offered her his arm and leaned toward her just slightly to mutter, “Should probably find somewhere to hide the candle holder that isn’t behind your back.” In the inner pocket of his coat he could feel something slightly heavy which he assumed was the revolver, if his memory served correct, since he was supposed to use it on the singing telegram girl, wasn’t he? Hopefully that bit wouldn’t come up anytime soon. A revolver was a lot different than a piece of paper use for taking lives, after all.