[Austria blinks, actually looking up, not having expected America to know or remember specifics.] ... Yes. I mean -- I wasn't going to play Piano Man for Christ's sake but you were here. And this still is... well, it's debatable if it's classical or jazz, I suppose, that's all dependent on whether it's performed on a grand stage with people shushing each other in the audience.

[It doesn't matter, it's never mattered no matter how many murderous glares he's turned around and given noisy people in concert halls while he's trying to listen.] See, nobody does this anymore. Just sitting around and listening. Here, you want classical? This one's Schubert, Liszt had to go and make it fancier, as he did-- [And he starts playing this but still keeping the volume overall lower than indicated in the music. And yes it's a hell of a lot longer than the Copland but Austria can't let a soft spot go seen without some sort of coverup, nor can he let anyone forget where his expertise lies. And it's the first thing that pops into his head that sounds like his own folk music, too, and maybe he wants to share.

And it's the sort of thing Austria would not be offended by if America got sleepy from it.]