Damien's smile was small and contained as he followed the two girls. He would let them lead the charge, as he typically did. They had more fun than he himself would; he enjoyed just watching them at work. They were really rather good at it. It was something like watching an artist create a beautiful piece of art.
His smile widened just slightly and he stopped a few steps back, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against one of the bookcases. One hand rose to toy with a long, curling strand of red hair.
"There's no need to be rude now, my dear," he said pleasantly, his smile fading back into placidity as he addressed Izzy. "Good word though, delectable. Glory chooses well, doesn't she?" Indeed, the more he saw of Izzy the more he figured her paper would be worth the effort after all.