It's only passing irritation, and though Warsman feels a little guilty for reminding him of what sounds like one hell of a hangover he's actually enjoying himself a lot more than he thought he might. As Temeraire nudges the conversation back towards the ring, he gives a heartfelt, nostalgic sigh.

"I meant more that it isn't really proper, but sometimes, it can feel like it comes down to chance," he confesses. "Some of the people I've fought... they're monsters. Or gods. Sometimes it feels like both when you come face to face with a true champion, but when the crowd is on your side and your heart is pounding-- none of it matters. Nothing makes me feel more alive." He cocks his head thoughtfully. "I think spectators understand. It's why they come to watch, too."