[He feels like he comes back to himself slowly-Well, Maestro?-staring at Discord, and the way the other man is looking at him, rightfully startled--Maestro--but he can't quite focus on it. But...that's still wrong. It's wrong. Why such an outburst? There was no need for that. It's just Discord. It's not--

Salieri sucks in a breath, swallowing hard as he suddenly straightens, arms going to his side, posture going rigid as both shame and embarrassment become live things in his stomach, roiling.]

I--that was...that was undeserved and inappropriate of me. [he's not looking at Discord any more, his gaze having dropped to somewhere near the papers at Discord's feet. He feels as though someone else is saying the words, like he's barely tethered to his body, voice gone almost stilted and with as little emotion as possible] My deepest apologies, Monsieur Discorde. Please forgive me. [and Salieri bows once, stiffly, at the waist, before straightening, and starting to pick up the scattered papers again.]