[If this were any other time, in any other place Salieri would have defended himself more righteously. Perhaps he would have demanded an encore of sorts, or even an entirely new piece to prove that his worthiness did not stem from Amadeus's brilliance alone. No, those sounds produced from his dexterous fingers were of his own spirit... one that had been locked away and sealed far beneath the numerous layers of rage and hate enveloping him.

If it were any other time he would have been glad- ecstatic- to play alongside Amadeus again. All night, if they could.

But right now there is a new type of vigor coursing through him. It makes him equally windless and yet has him weaving effortlessly through corner-ways and alleys.] Do not be so surprised, Amadeus!

[Despite the pleased rebuttal Salieri seems distracted as he tugs them along, his head whipping about as though he were looking for something specific—] If I could not manage such a performance then I would have no right to bear such a title— Ah.

[And there— hidden between two looming buildings sits a small quaint gazebo. More than likely it was a seating area for the small cafe beside it, but evidence of its dilapidation suggests it had been abandoned quite some time ago. Now vines and shrubbery of all kinds decorate its exterior.

Salieri takes them there. Its steps creak beneath his weight.] Amadeus...

I— [Whatever words of esteem and praise falls upon his lips as he turns to face the Maestro once again. With their hands still linked he pulls Amadeus closer- every inch of his beastly self brimming with magic, with emotion. His free hand lifts to graze his knuckles across Amadeus's cheekbone, ever so slightly—

—and the spark of that touch alone breaks him.

Taking Amadeus's chin in hand he meets him in the middle in a far more deep, searing kiss. His fingers spread along his jaw, capture him and hold him as he gasps and delves deeper— chasing that spiking magic strumming now between them both.]