Antoine had been waiting for Nell to show up, standing in the same area that he'd been in when Harry had left him. A part of him had been thinking that Harry would follow Nell out so he'd been keeping his eyes open for the man to arrive.
However, he didn't see him. No, it was Nell that he saw. Smiling, he pushed from the wall and made his way to the young man.
"Good evening, Nell. I am Antoine Laurent. I believe that you are looking for me?" His voice carried the accent of his homeland - France - as he smiled at him. Taking Nell's hand in his, he lifted it to his lips and pressed a kiss to it.