Somehow, even though his mind was foggy with rage, Damon managed a smirk. It wasn't an expression to indicate that something amused him. It just appeared. As quickly as it showed on his face, though, it was replaced with an expression of absolute fury.
"That was the wrong thing to say." There was a brief pause, mere moments of silence and inaction, but then Damon lunged in James' direction. He punched him in the face, though he was careful not to use all of his strength. The punch was strong enough to hurt, but not powerful enough to knock the man out on the spot. Honestly, Damon's aim in this situation was to drag it out. Any other person and it would have been over, but tonight Damon was teaching this guy a lesson by way of inflicting pain.
Damon turned his head to look at Galinda. She was still conscious, though she didn't exactly look to be the picture of health and contentment. It only made him more angry with her attacker. He knew the type. This guy would never fight fairly against someone of equal or greater strength. He would pick on people like Galinda. That wasn't strength. It was pathetic.
His attention returned to the man. As he recovered from Damon's punch, Damon tilted his head and sneered.