[The Balladeer looks at him for a moment. Was that weird? That seemed...sort of weird.

He can believe that he might have said something wrong easily enough, and even more easily that Salieri might have let it go. Salieri has always been most understanding of all his oddities; he might let something pass rather than calling it out as weird. But he doesn't want to upset people. If he doesn't know what it was, what should he do...?

Maybe it wasn't even him. Salieri's seemed a little off this entire time. Still, he tries to explain himself a little further.]

I mean - sure, now, but...who cares about Mozart? I don't know Mozart. I know you, and you've been a really good friend to me since we've been here. This isn't anything against anyone else - I get it - but you're practically the only person who never made me feel like some kind of alien. You're always taking care of everyone here, all the kids and...and Sissi...and everything.

[Earnestness comes naturally to him. Earnestness about his own emotions? Well, he's never really had the opportunity to try it. He shrugs; hopefully that was normal and cool!]

That's more important than whatever songs Mozart wrote. We care about you.