Kasimir actually agreed with Eleanor, at least when it came to real battle. He had never been in an engagement beyond a skirmish, but Kasimir had survived around half a dozen situations where he had to fight to live, twice by beastmen and once by orcs. He was not above using guile and wiles to win, but he was surprised Eleanor would have the same opinion. Or surprised that she would show it, more like, he thought to himself. Still, when it came to a melee, a part of him did maintain that winning should be done fairly, because the entire point of it was the show. If you did not win the crowd, winning the fight did little. You wanted to show you were good while also acting in a manner befitting a knight, or people would not endorse you. 

Then again, if there was prize money, he couldn't fault Kreiger if he got paid a pretty penny. 

It was her next question that surprised him the most. At first he thought he misunderstood her, but when he saw she looked at him expectantly, he took a moment to think. How much did he want to say to her? And why did she care, really? He supposed he did save her life an hour before. Or maybe she simply knew he wanted nothing from her. Still, she looked thoughtful, and he found himself answering as if it were someone else talking. "No... Well, I suppose I should be. I get to eat when so many people don't, I get to attend tourneys and plays. Hells, many men would fight duels for the right to accompany a woman like you," He admitted, shrugging so as not to have her read too much into that. He was surprised he said it, himself. But it was true, as much as she annoyed him, she was beautiful and clearly intelligent. He looked at the tourney grounds, the squires aiding Ulf out of the arena. "But I don't think so." 

She was clearly surprised at the evident compliment, but appeared thoughtful of the entirety of his answer. The woman asked. "Why iz zat, Kissymir?" 

"I guess I feel trapped. I suppose I feel like I'm always the last on everyone's list, or the first to be blamed. Just one poor comment from being tossed into the street, and it's not even based on my own merit, at the end of the day. Just on other's opinions of me." He glanced at her. If she was a noblewoman, this was likely foreign to her. And if she wasn't, he still didn't know if she cared. "I suppose that sounds silly." 

After she responded, he would ask her the same question.