Harry hadn't taken the interaction to heart. He had little rank in his home country as it were, and it such, the disinterest the Frenchman took in grooming him didn't come as too much of a surprise. What did, however, was the kindness audible in the prince's voice.<br/>"Yes," he answered, this time in their neutral Latin. The answer was followed by a delayed yet pleasant smile; one which faltered as Harry moved to mount his horse, too. While not raised on horseback and such unable to match the agility of the French prince, Harry had traveled Europe by hoseback for long enough for it to be a fluid motion.<br/>"I don't believe to have any insight," he answered, voice soft as he once again glanced at the prince. With a tap to his horse's side and a tug of the reins, Harry turned them, better flanking the prince on his mare. This dramatically decreased the distance between them; Harry figured he could touch the prince if he reached an arm out.<br/>Whether it was that realisation or general pleasantness, Harry yet again smiled. "I am here to learn, Your Highness. If any, I will have questions."