Prince Louis walks into the bar with his retinue. He is very obviously already well into his cups. In a slur he announces,

"Raise a glass to Baron Wood Lacaze! Toast 'is name and you'll drink on me this night! Th' lads an' I will take our usss... ussss... ujuwal table, send over somefin good barkeep!"

With that he plants himself in his customary spot and starts trading loud, crude, and (surely) physically impossible stories with his men about Yvon's sexual prowess during the Iberian campaign.