Sabine curled her lips in rather than respond to Neesa. She had an idea why Meesei would do this and she did not want to risk giving it away.

On the other hand, Marod crossed his arms and smiled widely. "I enjoy when I cannot predict whether an act is a gambit or folly. I have a feeling that this is not as insane as it sounds."

Siloune took her time looking down her nose at Meesei. Her pause implied some form of surprise, even if she did not show it in any other way.

"Champion, it did not seem to me that your victory was lucky in the slightest. We Altmer pride our magical talent in leaving little to nothing to chance. Only perfection is aimed for. I will not allow you to cause injury to my staff for the sake of pride, much less risk it to yourself while you are under the Dominion's protection here."

"Madam," Teroiah spoke as evenly as she could while catching her breath. "If you would please allow me to accept her terms. I wish to win back the pride of the Dominion, and take [i]her[/i] pride down for this."

Siloune narrowed her eyes. "Teroiah, you know what will happen if you go too far."

"Her career'll be over at the very least," Marod said out the side of his mouth.

"I know with full understanding," Teroiah said confidently. "I beseech you, do not allow these...[i]beasts[/i] to best us! You know I can win! And you know you expected me to win this. Let me show this upstart a glimpse of the Dominion's magic."

Siloune rotated her gaze back to Meesei. "This shall require a waiver of your safety. Is this acceptable, Champion?"