Damien cocked a brow as he watched the show playing out before him. It was always interesting when the girls started to making it physical but, well, in a library? He couldn't help the amused smile the quirked over his lips. Not a very good idea, no, but certainly interesting to watch.
He wasn't particularly worried about the girl, Isabella? Yes, something like that. He wasn't worried about her injuring either of his friends, he had enough faith in them to be able to hold their own, but one of them still might end up at least lightly bruised, that would look bad.
...Well. He could watch them a little bit longer.
Damien's indecision faded and he leaned more comfortably again against his perch against the bookshelf. There was no one else in sight, and the girl looked like she had more pride than a typical squealer, so there was no immediate danger of that. And it was awfully pleasing to watch.
And so he remained silent, smiling just slightly, one hand playing with a lock of hair. They would, of course, have to finish it quickly, as the library was no place for fights. But he was sure they knew that.