Yeah, don’t reveal your backstory too quickly, Florian.

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↓ Transcript
Miriam stares in shock at Florian's words.

She looks away, now a bit anxious.
Miriam: I... I see.

Miriam looks back at Florian and grins, trying to downplay the discussion.
Miriam: With how you speak and as well as you play, sir, one might think you had been taught by the devil as well.
Florian takes another puff of his cigar and looks deep in thought.

We then only see the lower half of Florian's (still serious) face, smoke all around.
Florian: My father was close enough.

Miriam looks at him with surprise once again, and also concern.

Florian tilts his head back and looks at Miriam with a smile.
Florian: Hah, I apologize. There's far too much passion and distasteful jests coming from me all of a sudden.

Florian does a sort of shrugging gesture with his hands.
Florian: Alas, I've received no such offer from his infernal majesty... but considering Tartini and Paganini, I think he prefers Italians.
Miriam still looks a bit uneasy, but does a closed mouth laugh at his joke.
Miriam: Hmhmhm...