"When do you have your next match?" Seeing it during actual combat would be better. He could see how others might avoid or counter the ability. Now, his interest was really piqued.

The crowd was rowdy and any further demonstration or action might rile them up further. He could appreciate her caution. Speaking with her had at least eased his mind about the fighting pits. This wasn't Westeros or the Free Cities. Any man who fought here could be respected and treated by a certain code. It might not be actual honor, but that code would ensure their safety.

"I'm Jon Snow. Maybe we could have a match someday, Kale?"