Harry just blinked at that. Though Harry was confident in both French and Latin, the quick shift between the three languages seemed to blur his mind for a moment, making it hard for Harry to patch together an answer in either one of the three. It was either that or the striking looks of the man in front of him.<br/>"Your being is beautiful," Harry eventually answered, in his soft but crude French. There was a shadow a pleasant surprise ghosting across his lips as they parted for an open mouthed smile. "There is no need to apologize, we are guests in your home."<br/>After several moments of restlessly shifting his stance a few yards ahead, Bartholomew eventually seemed to come to the conclusion that an introduction would be the easiest way to tear the Greeks away from the Prince. His frustration showed in his movements, as he rejoined the party. Without further formalities, and barely without looking at their guests, he said a rushed, "Your Highness, the newly appointed successor to the Byzantine, Harry Potter, and his governess, Minerva."