He wished he had servants again. He disliked having to fetch things himself. Still he got up and got her a glass and some wine, offering it to her. "We'd have to agree first." His arguments with Haydn had been mostly friendly rivalry, but he was sure it'd spark again with them both in the same room. Not to mention with Mozart involved.
He nodded. "They do not let their inability stop them. There area few I'm inclined to tutor. They have potential." Which meant he'd ask more of them, but he only pushed to excellence.