[He nods, agreeing to this walk as he tucks his hands behind his back. Though now that he's on the streets, the warnings from Witches and Monsters who take sympathy on his area of study remind him to tread carefully with what he says.]

Oh, I kinda slipped. [He doesn't like to talk about messing up magic, but it's part of the story.] I was using a spell to let one of the Rathmore guy's flesh necrotize, sloooow and agonizing. It was sooooo cool! The closest stuff I've found to dark magic, in feeling. Good stuff.

[Oh, right. Wasn't he going to be a little quieter about his love for this discipline? Henry brings his fingers up to rest over his mouth, like he accidentally said something he shouldn't have. When he continues, he just does it at a bit of a softer volume.]

Anyway, the group leader caught me. He roughed me up a bit, but not so bad. So I undid it... And that's the long and short of it.

[He inflicted necrotic damage, was reigned in by Dantes, undid it... and the untold part: he was strangled by the aristocrat for his terrible magic.]