Though the prince kindly had started the conversation in their common language, Harry briefly seemed at a loss, doubting his own otherwise fluent understanding of what the price had said.<br/>Thoughtlessly, Harry had glanced up at the towering church wall by their side, half expecting too see either a dragon or the Christian serpent twisting among the saints depicted above the doorway. Only when he didn't see any did he seem to understand the weight of the priest's phrasing.<br/>In a gesture that was less that princely, Harry's eyes darted back to the prince the surprise clear in his expression. While his lips had parted to ask for an immediate elaboration, a smile took their place, momentarily replacing the look of surprise with one of almost childish thrill.<br/>"Your name is Draco, your highness?" Harry asked without thinking, the hairs on his neck inexplicably standing at the familiarity of the prince's name, Harry's greek mother tongue shining through as he said it.<br/>Then, almost immediately after, Harry doubted his comment had been approrpiate. Though it wasn't uncommon for Harry to know the given name of royalties, it was certainly uncommon for it ever to be useful knowledge.<br/>The royal guard had set their horses into a walk, following them in a semi circle encompassed by the wall; though Harry couldn't see him, he knew the royal advisor was within earshot. And yet, Harry's eyes continued to linger on the prince, his smile easy as ever.<br/>It was only when he spoke when he mercifully divided his attention between the two men. Looking over at the priest, Harry's addition was intended to soften the prying nature of his question. "Like the constellation, isn't it?"