[While Hans (seemingly) appears out of nowhere to compliment Wirt's poem, he flinches and falls off his stump, though only momentarily. He'll hastilly climb back onto the stump and clear his throat, obviously nervous.]
N-no I-I-I-- [Wait Wirt, it was a compliment. Calm down son.]
no subject
N-no I-I-I-- [Wait Wirt, it was a compliment. Calm down son.]
I- no, bu- I... yes. Y-yes, I did. Th- thank you.