Felice watched the scene between Vlad and Roxy play out before him with his usual look. So apparently, order did matter, though exactly why was beyond him. Wouldn't it have made more sense to have them at different stations and just get some assistants if he was that worried about numbers? Why not just post the numbers on the wall of the gym later to rank them in ability? That would give them a good base to judge each other's capabilities as well, rather than having to recall this particular session all the time. 

...at least, that was his opinion. Not that these people would probably ever know.

He did have to admit that the girl's spirit was interesting, at least. He hoped that this wouldn't be the last time he saw it. 
Eventually, after a while longer of lifting, he placed down his last weight: Sixty pounds. "Sessanta," he announced in a neutral tone before walking over to the machines. Before taking one, he took the time to stretch out his legs properly, since he saw no point in injuring himself in a hurry. One thing he really appreciated was when he wasn't in pain.