Well, that was the equivalent of dropping a piano down a mineshaft. Which also conveniently broke Ben's enchanting spell over Zacharie, as he looked Vincent in the eye in a off-set glance, his long neck turning his head on an ever-slight angle towards the thirty degrees. Enough to be meaningful and sincere, but not enough to be confrontational about it. A natural sort of casual, but truthful discourse set in the relaxed but engaged posture Zacharie took before speaking on the matter. 

[color=6ecff6]"but of course Vincent, Faites comme adversaires le font en droit, efforcez puissamment; But eat and drink as friends."[/color] The Frenchman replied taking one from the Bard's work, splitting the language down between the line. He did regard Vincent as his friend, honestly, just because the duel turned out the way it did meant nothing to him, he could have lost and still consider Vincent a friend. [color=6ecff6]"I am not so petty to forget my friends, you can win a game, but to lose a friend? Alors vous perdez.[/color] Again with the French, the important stuff was always in the French, well maybe, the more expressive stuff.

And then it happened. Something Vincent may have dreaded due to its disuse here, or was too shocked to resolve properly. The French boy craned his neck over and kissed Vincent on the cheek, before repeating the action on the other with some shifting in position towards Vincent. Nothing at all intimate about it, save for perhaps the closure of both boys now before Zacharie retreated back a bit in his seat. It was a French thing, a symbol of friendship, which should quell Vincent's doubts that Zacharie was more than willing to perform this act to call him a friend in such a manner. Did onlookers see? Maybe. Zacharie paid no mind as this was socially acceptable in France, and he had never really met anyone close enough to be called a friend in his time spent here in this country so far so this was the first time he did this.