Taking a deep breath in through her nose, Araceli smiles at Guillaume then drops it completely as she turns enough to hide her face from him, trying to be a buffer between him and Church. Because this is what tiny girls do when they know how duels work apparently.

"Church," she chides without any heat, "calma, calma. Where I hail from it is allowed, I would even go so far as to say encouraged to call out the other party as one sees fit. A challenge must be issued correctly however, terms agreed to - a glove, has a glove been fetched? I can fetch one."

A gauntlet, she'll fetch a gauntlet for this Orlesian prick's smug face to see if that moustache can be smacked clean off it.