"Kilian Fedele," Kilian said as he eyed the girl warily. She seemed friendly enough. Though he had seen her powers in the small, set up fight and wouldn't under estimate her. Even if she didn't look much older than Cas himself. Maybe sixteen, if he had to guess? He couldn't fathom why someone so young would be fighting in such battles. He glanced to Cas, frowning as he noticed his son was sitting on the edge of his seat, taking in every word that came out of Takhi's mouth. He opened his own mouth, about to say they had best head back to the inn, when Cas spoke up in response to something Tak had said.

"What?!" Cas huffed out a angry breath. "That's not fair. How can they do that? Did they not want you to win? If you hadn't of fought back you'd have been hurt." Cas' nose wrinkled up as his brows knitted together. He didn't understand why they wouldn't let he keep fighting. She'd done her job well, as far as he could tell. Those around the stage had been so interested in the fight. His frown slowly turned into a grin as she mentioned him as a fan. "Well, I thought you were great."

Kilian cleared his throat, hand back on Cas' shoulder as he glanced back to Tak. "It was nice meeting you, but we really should get going. It's getting late and this old oblivionite is getting tired." He smiled warmly at Tak, nodding as he looked at Cas and jerked his head. "Lets go."

Cas pouted, looking up at his dad. "Bye Tak. Maybe I'll see you again, yeah? I hope to get to watch you in a real fight in the future." He grinned again as he jumped down from the stool and took off after his dad.