[He's actually not armed at the moment, something that he's torn between finding good and bad; good in that there's on less weapon in play and that he doesn't have to decide whether to use it, bad in that if he needs to use it he doesn't have the option.

But maybe he won't need to. She'd seemed upset a week earlier when he'd said he was concerned about her stabbing him--a concern which he feels vaguely vindicated in having, now--and so he doubts she really wants to do so now. It's just a matter of figuring out exactly how much of this is show, and where the actual breaking point is.

It crosses his mind briefly to just leave and do exactly what he said he'd do, then leave it to Henry and the other Guard members to deal with her, but somehow he doesn't think that'd be all too effective. Besides, what if one of them got hurt because he'd escalated the situation?

Lance takes a cautious step back, gaze still fixed on her, not missing the change in her grip or the other subtle cues she's giving, and decides on what his next move should be; slowly, so as not to startle her, he pulls back the right side of his jacket briefly to reveal that he doesn't have his gun on him.]

I'm not armed, Maketh, and I find it hard to believe you want to stab someone who's posing no threat. I'm just trying to help.