[Well, he wouldn't call it sneaking - so much as he would call it one of the many moments of hesitation in his life. He's never been to such a bizarre place before, where flying carpets are the norm and he could pull off... well, whatever that beam of light had been. So perhaps he's being a little... extra-cautious but really, he's just getting his bearings.

Francis is actually a bit startled when someone interrupts him, especially with someone who... honestly looks like he's dressed in a cosplay.]

Non non non, nothing like trouble! [He does smile though, turning toward Boris and approaching him.] I suppose "lost" would best describe me now, however. I am new here, you see, m'sieur.