The graphic mental image does not seem to faze him, and Lemm seems to understand the sentiment as a whole.

"I see." A light shake of the head. "That's humiliating for a warrior type, isn't it? I've read enough to see that much."

He does not know this Tiso person, but he knows the Knight. It occurs to him, rather jarringly, that it just as well might have happened to them, if fate had happened to tip it that way. Then where would he be.

"Yes. Vile business, this Coliseum. May it fall to disrepair and collapse into the acid."