Harry shifted his posture, allowing the prince and the priest to carry out their conversation without his intrusion. He had stepped backwards, eyes moving towards the grandeur of the towering spires, though not out of earshot.<br/>For a moment, Harry considered interjecting, assuring the prince that he should certainly not feel obliged to spend the day in Harry's company. That being said, the prospect of spending a day alone with the advisor was daunting enough that Harry, selfishly, kept silent.<br/>Instead, Harry put his trust in the fact that that, surely, was implied. Refocusing his attention on the men before him, Harry sent the prince a smile, acknowledging his words.<br/>"I do hope I can see it, though," Harry added, voice kind but almost timid. Finding himself lacking the French words to fully articulate that he hoped he could be taken on a viewing of the cathedral's nave, his eyes flickered between the priest and the prince in an attempt to judge whether or not he had made himself understood. Or, if it had been implied that they were not to<span style="font-style: italic">visit</span>the Cathedral as much as to<span style="font-style: italic">see</span>it. "Is mass about to start?"