[France turns a bit more to face Peter, his hands moving in front of himself as if to demonstrate that they're currently empty. He smiles, and it's very pretty expression with still the edge of childish sweetness. Faced with such good manners from a likely peer based on the fine dress and sword, France cannot be so obviously ungallant.]

No offence taken, good sir. I have travelled much in my life and seen much odd and memorable dress. Would your companions also carry shield or sword?

[His eyes flick to the lion's head that is the pommel of Peter's sword and then back to his Peter's face. There's a faint teasing there as if to say that France is not about to be overwhelmed by a spot of detail.]