[Benjamin is too busy contemplating how many trombones would be considered a large number of trombones (in his opinion, 2, unless it's a large outdoor space) to catch the look of hesitation on Salieri's face.

Therefore, when the gift is presented to him, he has no idea that a part of it was withheld - he unrolls it and looks at the assembled objects within, tracing his fingers over the teeth of the combs and the bristles of the hairbrushes.]

This is... very thoughtful of you, Mr. Salieri.

[He takes out a small silver comb and holds it up, the fluorescent light glinting off of its hair-thin, delicate teeth.]

I've found some scissors that I've been able to work with, but these will make that job much easier. The offer is always open to you, sir, if you find yourself in need of a trim. I know after a full week, my own whiskers are in need of some care.

[He tucks the comb back in the case with a fond smile and rolls it back up. If he's disappointed not to have his razors, he doesn't show it.]

I'm sure- well, most of the instruments of your trade were already provided, but you must understand the relief of having them at hand, nonetheless.