F-Forgive me, truly, it's just — I'm not sure — what I mean is you're very distinguished, you look responsible —

[you can't apologize for this, francel, you're literally just making it worse. after a moment of floundering, the young lord shuts his mouth and accepts the ice cream being offered to him, murmuring soft words of thanks as he immediately laps up a bit of melting cream that's threatening to tip over the edge of the cone. no takebacks now, but maybe salieri can get another one before the night's over.]

...A-Ahem. At any rate, pray forgive me. And I thank you, truly, for your concern. I, er, apologize for being a fool.