From what he'd heard of Miss Dempsey's last round, she was not an unimaginative witch, so much so that he shouldn't be surprised if she made it rain blood. Though he'd seen far worse things than that, Faustus wasn't sure if he was looking forward to this round or slightly wary of what it would yield.

While he tended towards strictly not favoring anyone, he pursed his lips slightly in Miss Fisk's direction, wishing her strength during this round (whether it was strength of character or of a gag reflex, he also wasn't sure). "Miss Dempsey, please begin when you're ready." he motioned do the raven-haired debutante.