You really do not have a good memory dude-))

He smiled slightly. "If you won't tell neither will I. Though I don't think you know who I am," He said calmly and possibly with a curious and question-like undertone. He winced slightly as she moved the rag away. It definitely hurt like hell but sometimes that happens. He smiled a little, Spain was quite nice really, he could see now why she was so popular with the crowd. -Or rather her fake counterpart. He touched his nose again, asking just about the same question as she was. "No worries, I'm not the only one. I'll survive, probably. If anything it'd be blood loss." He said, looking down at his bloody brown shirt. It looked kinda fancy but the color was a little distracting.

"I don't, nor do I know if I should. But if you don't tell on me, I won't tell on you." She smiled. After watching him warily for a moment, she nodded. "I really am sorry about that. I'd never try to hit anyone in the face, it just... happened." She apologized.

He smiled back at her for a moment. Then glanced stound the barn for a moment. He remembered the bandana in his hands after a few seconds. He leaned forward and dipped it in the bucket, straining it by his boots. "Like I said, don't worry about it. Plus if I remember correctly you also got hit in the face. And speaking from experience, I don't think you did it for kicks." He felt his nose again, it looked like it'd stopped bleeding.

Kitty chuckled at him, sitting indian-style on the haybale. "Well, you get banged up every now and again, I guess. Im surprised you didn't react more... outraged, at my identity." She said, a small queetion laced into her tone.

He looked over st her with curiosity, his elbows on his knees. "I'm not outraged because it's illegal for me too." He didn't finish his thought and mention that the fact that she'd competed against him was quite possibly punishable by death. He looked down at his hands.

She tilted her head down at Ali. It wasn't at all how she would have imagined a man would react to her news. "Well, don't we have a lot in common?" She joked. She reached up and gently pulled her bun out, shaking her head and letting it fall in soft waves around her. "Why is it illegal for you, anyway?"

He sat up as she pulled her hair down, probably staring but he answered since she asked. "Iiits probably punishable by death if anyone knew you hurt me." He said calmly. Although he'd just admitted to something related to royalty he didn't think she'd tell.

She raised her eyebrows at him. "How fun. Well, I'll tell them you simply ran into my lance, if they ask." She smiled, watching him. Part of her was sure he was joking, the other part contemplating who he might be if he wasn't lying.

He chuckled at her sense of humor. "Why'd did you come to save me? You're missing all the action." He was really just a bit embarrassed by the whole event. He did so great at first and compared to her he had barely landed one hit. Then was reslly just disqualified by getting hit in the face by what he could only assume was a one of the heavier lances.

She shrugged, watching him. "I felt bad for you, and I know I wouldve won anyway." Kitty said, stating it like fact. "Helping you seemed more important than winning."

(Ahah destony bitch)