Mayt groaned when he was prohibited from sleeping, then nodded to Jarvis. "Then I'll take water and food, any kind that isn't fish will do, I'm allergic. That should help get my strength back up, neh?" He rubbed his nose, making little pops as he rubs skin against the cartilage of his nose. "And I'd like to be able to take it outside to watch the next fight." He added this as an afterthought. He was curious as to who would win, Lazarus or Damian. He had done damage to Lazarus with his sword if he remembered right, so a sword master could do a bit, but Lazarus also had likely learned to deal with swords by their bout. It could easily go either way. Well, depending on how good Damian is. Mayt expected quite a fight.