It's only when Henry is this close to the guy now that he can detect the heavy smell of blood on his clothes, absorbed into the blackness of it. Sure, it hides it well enough, but he can recognize that smell anywhere. Like the blood, it paints a pretty accurate picture of a man who's as bloodthirsty as the people Henry surrounds himself with. Seems only natural to team up with him now.

"All right," he says with a sort of incredulous sigh following right after. "I'm holding you responsible if we're thrown off and crushed by a bloody wounded horse."

Despite his tone, Henry finds a real sort of thrill in this and it shows. Jousting on horseback with a great handicap (wounded horse) with only a scimitar, being steered by a crazy man covered in blood is something he can get behind. Perhaps literally in this case. Sword out, he prepares to go along with whatever the hell Midnighter has in mind. If anything, Henry is prepared to jump ship and do things his own way should it all start going south. He's got his ridiculous agility and acrobatics to thank for that. As the opposing soldier rushes at them, he keeps an eye out for any surprise ambushes.

Bad situation or not, he's prepared.