Liev had never really been a fan of boxing, wrestling, etcetera. Merely on the principle that it was intended, on some level, to be a fair fight. As an opportunist, he did not believe in fair fights. Just those he knew he could win. This... sport had caught his interest simply because he was a gambling man, however, and then the revelation that this particular venue was not necessarily of public knowledge meant he had to take a look. All in all, it was probably a bad idea. Gambling often was. Or so those preaching against vice would have everyone believe. Those were not people he was inclined to listen to.
Right up until the fight began, he had simply stared around the place, noting the kind of people who seemed to be present. Not who they were, because he really did not care, but he liked to know what types of individuals he had surrounded himself with. He had been stabbed in the back once this lifetime, it was not going to happen again. Not with silver, at any rate.
The moment the scent of a dog reached him, Liev's fangs beared. A reaction he had to force back into his mouth before he made his displeasure rather more obvious to the rest of the audience. The full moon was approaching and the Lycan was generally ill-tempered. When it came to the human-hybrid mutts, he was incredibly close to launching in there himself. The realisation that the opponent was a member of his own family was almost soothing, though he found the setting distasteful. If that wolf needed to fight his mutts in a ring, there was something wrong. True, the environment meant you were less likely to be apprehended for it, thus less likely to end up answering to the nearest Alpha, but that wasn't the point. Liev himself was guilty of neglecting that particular tenet, but he had been preoccupied with politics.
Still, this was not a fight he was putting money on, and every time someone increased their bet against the Lycan in the ring his temper flared. Though he wouldn't be surprised if the creature did lose. Idiot vampire with something to prove. Also not a member of his pack, even if this was currently his district. Tiring of watching the fight -- really, fair fights took too long -- he went back to staring around the area, unless the moron next to him accidentally waved an object in his face that happened to be silver. Fangs bared, he glared at the man for a moment -- I will not maul him in public -- then stepped out of the stand, hovering between moving to sit somewhere else and just leaving. And going back to maul him in public.