For a moment, both Bartholomew's and Harry's eyes were on the prince. The advisor adverted himself, taking a step out of the conversation to better meet the prince's line of sight, now that he was mounted on his horse; Harry's attention was, in turn, once again caught by the prince, transparent interest in the prince's agility.<br/>"Very well," Bartholomew finally spoke, bringing Harry back to reality. There was a restlessness about his voice, almost thoughtlessly taking another step away from the two younger men. "We will start at the Cathedral."<br/>Though the Frenchman hadn't spoken to him, Harry still smiled in response. Appropriately enough, he found, as the royal advisor turned to look properly meet his eyes for the first time in days.<br/>"Horse," the man spoke in crude Greek.<br/>Completely caught off guard, Harry's smile faltered. He had had no issue following the French exchange, and the implications of Bartholomew's choice of approach threatened to make Harry laugh.<br/>"Up," the advisor continued in his same, basic Greek. There was a clear annoyance to his voice, but evidently solely directed towards Harry's lack of understanding. With an upwardmoving gesture towards Harry's horse, the Frenchman finally returned to his native language. "We are departing, sir."<br/>Eventually, a toothy grin grew appeared onto Harry's features, not out of ill will but out of sheer surprise. After days of only speaking short courtesies to him, Harry couldn't have expected a better interaction. Finally, he nodded in understanding.<br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Merci</span>," he responded in his accented French, accent hiding some of the laugh in his voice.<br/>For a moment, Harry thought he could see a flash of irritation in Bartholomew's eye, almost expecting him to cuss him out. The advisor, however, kept his composure. With a bow, he excused himself, turning to leave towards his own horse.