Lazarus frowned when she sat down. "Why has nobody poured me a drink yet?" He sat impatiently with folded arms like a child. "But... hey..." He huffed. "I saw your fight with Angelo. Don't feel bad, it was a fair match at all." He frowned. "Eugh. I have to fight soon huh?" He rubbed his head. "How am I supposed to fight like this? Master should call this whole thing off. She should know who is ready to be S class by their feelings, not their power." He sighed. "What's up anyway?"