At the banquet, Orpheus was excessively tipsy and had the temerity to point out to Frederick about his fickle relationships with women, which the white-haired man did not like very much.

"You know, Orpheus, you are not a writer, but an ordinary graphomaniac, your pathetic novels are read only by housewives." Frederick objected, his face consumed with hatred.

"Who would say, when was the last time you gave a concert, Kreiburg? I'm right, you're chasing skirts, Fred. Besides, you do not disdain to use the authority of your family, even though you have achieved nothing yourself." Orpheus smirked teasing Frederick with sharp words.