[Austria just blinks. Slowly. And not like a cat would from trust. Really the only reason he's not huffing over it is that he knows Mozart would have laughed at that.

...They might have gotten along, if he's honest. If Mozart had the patience for a bit of Dunning-Kruger effect in regards to music, he's certain the two of them could talk for hours about .... butts]

Stop calling him Sherbet! At least call him by his actual ridiculous nickname, which was ... mushroom boy ... all right that doesn't sound nearly as darling in English as it does in my dialect.

[The driest of glares.] In case you forgot, things got a bit tense at my place shortly afterwards, to put it mildly, I wasn't much in the mindset of dancing. [Austria, you literally started the tradition for the waltz-ridden New Year's Concert during that time to make yourself feel better about everything, you dissociative twat] After that I ... well for one, it wasn't in vogue any longer.

[for one. For two, he was depressed and didn't get out much. But he's ending it there before he says as much.]