!! [Salieri's silvery brows shoot up to his hairline because clearly he wasn't expecting to be scolded as well! The beginnings of a scowl fold creases along his brow and beneath his eyes.] Well—

[But as the fire slowly smolders into a smaller pyre he reconsiders his next words.] ... I suppose you may be right.

In any case, thank you. [The dagger returns to its sheath. He's far too tired and sickly to be picking fights anyways. More importantly however:] You realize the risk you took coming to my aid, Miss. You're not a fully practiced Witch, are you?

[Not that Salieri is one to talk!]