Blackmore (at the stadium)
"Hah! You've got interesting tastes."
Pft. Did she have any idea who he was? Well, if she did she probably wouldn't have asked in the first place. "Don't sweat it, this is a public event. As long as you don't pull anything stupid in the tournament itself, past crimes will not count against your eligibility. In fact, if you win you might even get pardoned. Doesn't that sound sweet?" He grinned from ear to ear, the sort of smile of a predator awaiting prey.
Blackmore (with Rosa)
Blackmore felt good. Great even. His head still ached from the humiliation that brat gave him, so her tears might as well be ointment to him. Ah, but he couldn't quite say that now could he? Besides, he really had to kiss that man. After all, he just gave him a golden opportunity.
"Hey, don't you think you're being a bit harsh? She hasn't done anything that bad. You should pick on people your size kid." He told the poor man, whom he pitied really, because if it weren't for the situation he wouldn't have to bend his limbs backwards and throw him out of the window like a rolled up scrap paper.
He quite litterally picked him off the girl like a piece of paper, in fact, before dropping him off away. "Whew, kids these days have no matters at all. Here, c'mon buddy, don't cry." He gave her a friendly grin, for as friendly as he could look, before handing her a mint. "Have some dessert kid, that'll cheer you up."