Damien sat, perched like a king, in a large armchair of his own. He'd done all the studying he cared to do earlier, and had come to the library looking for something to amuse himself with. Fortunately things always tended to be interesting around Glory and Amelia.
He smiled to hear his cousin's complaint, an expression that looked fitted more for the face of a Renaissance painting than that of a high school boy's. Always so easily bored, Amelia. It was part of what kept things amusing.
"Since writing it yourself is simply completely out of the question, hmm?" he asked, a touch of playfulness to the question. But of course he wouldn't expect Glory to write it herself when there was an easier option available. And there always was.
But despite that he rose slowly to his feet, gave a lazy stretch, and pulled his length of hair more comfortably over one shoulder. "Do you know her, Glory? Are the papers she writes worth it?"