Not terribly unlike a dog that's been caught doing something it knows it shouldn't be doing, Church reacts to Christine's bellow with a wince, shoulders hunching up and looking terribly guilty at the unexpected arrival. Guillaume is, however, distracted and making a total fucking ass of himself. There are a few moments where both men are clearly waiting for the fury and might of ten thousand suns to roast them alive.

...But Church takes the opportunity presented to him and moves in, sticking the point of the rapier into Guillaume's shoulder. Triumph!

"I'm winning a duel, apparently!"