(hei stares at jake for a moment longer than is necessary, before turning his face away to huff honest-to-god amusement at it.) Jake, huh? Figures it'd be you. (his only reply to the "cheer", chasing it with a mouthful of wine.)

You've got no stamina either... (they just don't make 'em like they used to. squinting down the stands at beat, he mutters under his breath.) He'll surely die on the next mission.

(raising his voice:) What were you expecting from people sitting in the stands to watch? We're not your trainers, brat, but you'd be foolish to ignore the tips we've given you.