All he could do was listen. He wasn't sure how to respond to her explanations. He knew she spent a lot of time in France, but was never clear on the differences between France and London. It appeared that she was getting upset, and Damien hated the fact that it was probably his questions that were making her so. Even though Isobel was always a generally happy, bubbly girl; when it came to talking things of the serious matter, she always tended to avoid them.

Not that he could blame her. Damien never talked about anything serious with Isobel. Not that he could reember anyway -- the most serious thing he'd ever discussed with her was probably when he declared his feelings for her.

She excused herself then and ran up the staircases in the direction of the girls dormitory. His messenger bag was still hung over his shoulder, and he shifted over a little bit to allow his hands to slip back into the pockets of his leather jacket. The black wristband moved up slightly, but he'd remember to move it back down when he took his hands back out. The scar was the biggest mystery of all time, and he didn't want anyone to see it. Especially Isobel.

She bounded back down in no time and stuck something small into her pocket. Before he could ask what, she was asking him to go somewhere. To do something (and obviously avoid certain topics).

He couldn't help but smile down to her, and he kissed her forehead. "Anything for you," he said, giving her cheek a soft kiss, making a mental note to ask her about this again. "Where would you like to go?"