[ that, along with the way jiang cheng dutifully keeps watch, assures amadeus. ] I couldn't agree more. If only there were more noblemen who took that sentiment to heart. [ he shakes his head forlornly, the heavy sigh of an artist who's clearly met one too many high-standing, "cultured" individuals who were anything but. ]

Still, what a happy coincidence. [ he tucks the flower into a sack at his hip, and quickly finds another of the same, jiang cheng-approved color. ] Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, at your service.

[ he makes a little flourish with his hand like he always does. ] Feel free to call me Amadeus. Or Mozart. Or Wolfie!