Jaime pauses, there, considering the fight he just participated in, brows coming together. He knows he fights more viciously here than he did at home, for all that death was more likely an outcome of such clashes even at the Arena; but that's what happens when you're normal, and everyone else are monsters. "I'm paid to win," he agrees. "And those that come up against me may be part of the show, but they come away lacking. I prefer to have best of both worlds.

"Pray, what do I look like?"