[A roll of the eyes and grin] Please, Wolfie. You talk big, but the worst you would do is slap me across the face. Maybe claw me across the face.

[A waiter walks by and Tooru plucks a champagne flute and sips at it delicately, looking over rim at Wolfram, eyes dangerous now. He's taking in everything about the other musician. That's what he does, observe, and then destroy with the weaknesses he finds. Really, he should be lawyer, except being a musician is so much more enjoyable. When he speaks though, his tone is still light] And you'd end up regretting that very, very, quickly.

[He lowers the glass, feigning thoughtfulness] What instrument do you play again? I can't recall.