[h3][color=pink]Lise[/color][/h3]
Lise didn't pay much attention to any of the other fights. While she knew many of her family were fond of watching peasants scramble amongst the dirt of an arena, she considered it rather pedestrian. She felt that entertainment fitting for her would have to come from a higher degree of human ingenuity, something that can be considered art. Her most recent purchase of a television had shown her the breadth of modern entertainment, and although she considered most of it base drivel, there were a few things that piqued her interest. 

If only she could manage to make them appear when she wanted to. She would have to bring in someone who was more inclined with such strange creations. She was going over the mechanics of the seemingly magical technology of the black glass television as well as the wonders it displayed to her in her mind as the fights continued.

Lise was knocked out of her internal musings when Andreim spoke up. She didn't really have a good grasp on what was going on, but it seemed like one of the peons on the enemy team - or, wait, her team - went and made a mess of things, and someone hurt someone else? '[color=lightpink]Well of course they would get hurt, they can't seem to grasp the spirit of a friendly duel and end up making it personal.[/color]'

"[b][color=pink]We're bailing them out? Are they really that important?[/color][/b]" Lise groaned. To her, it seemed like a waste of effort. "[b][color=pink]Or is this a case of sponsoring a fighter for promotional purposes?[/color][/b]" Lise had never really paid much attention to the more business-oriented side of Valois-Saint-Remy, but she knew that sometimes lifting a grubby lowlife to spend some time in the spotlight with the royalty was a common tactic that boosted popularity of both participants. 

She sold herself on the idea. '[color=lightpink]I may have to hire a manager in the future, so I don't have to do this. But for now, it's a necessary evil.[/color]' With that, she took Andreim's hand.