"SOME of them." Thea wrinkled her nose. "Not exactly my idea of that, but it's a busy night for customers and they pay me pretty well for being in training so I work them anyway. And some of them really like it." She shook her head a little at Emmett. "This one has."
"That's different." Emmett shrugged. "I entered because I wanted to show my father I was a. alive and around so that he couldn't keep ignoring my existence for it, and b. capable of more than he seems to think. It didn't exactly work then. I was in disguise and he never worked out that it was me, so I missed out on my grand moment telling him and shoving that in his face. It was...I had a worthy goal in mind that made it worth taking a few hits, but between us, I'd rather get my broken bones and bruises on a rugby pitch. And what's..." He looked between the two of them and blinked.
"I take it this is some thing that happened after my time, then?"
"There's stories, well, one main one and some others." Thea explained to Emmett, turning back to smile at Harry. "And that's...got to be something. My brother's something of a modern folk hero at home. I don't always know if I like what that's made him into."