Young man, huh... Henri places his right hand in its pocket, looks away and exhales, all likely in irritation as this pale hooded man lectures him and all about things they already know. At the least, this has so far stopped His Highness from having to decide on war right now.

	As he looks away, his eyes meet with the pretty elf's, who seems intent on saying nothing throughout this whole thing, yet may have already expressed far too much by not kneeling. He tries to force a smile towards her. His gaze then drifts towards Matilda again, hoping that these two don't affect this 'team' with any such animosity down the line. Matilda already doesn't approve of Henri talking informally to Fredricus at times, to begin with.

	What a strange skull-like helmet. Combined with that black suit of armor, wouldn't people mistake her for an evil knight? Between her, the man-bear, and the young warrior insistent on wearing oriental clothing, is this team not about to stand out too much? Investigating with inconspicuity has to be out of the question at this point.

	The pale hooded man's words end, and Henri averts his accidentally prolonged gaze from Matilda, and back to His Highness. He cannot wait to get out of this awkward limbo.