[u][b]Donte[/b][/u]
Donte frowned. Was this girl threatening him? With what? Her wimpy noodle arms? What was she trying to say, anyway? That she was a violently sore loser? Would explain why she's in Slifer, he guessed. In any case, if she thought she could take him, he wouldn't take offense. He did just invite her to pick up a weapon and assault him - it was about as unpleasant as pretending to be a creep, but this was different. "I'm no masochist. I think I'll wait here a bit longer for my old man to get lost. He might still be harassing Ms. Hibiki right about now, and I wouldn't mind spending the whole day here just to be safe." His eyes wandered towards an empty wall as he said this, distracted by the mental image of his father haranguing the poor woman over him.

He turned, making eye contact with Helena, a smirk on his lips and a fire in his eyes. "But if it's a fight you want..." he raised his duel disk. "I'm down to tango." He didn't exactly like to get into fights with girls. It was lose-lose for his rep, but despite what he was just telling Ms. Hibiki minutes earlier, he did like to duel. He wasn't afraid of a brawl either. Certainly not with someone so... waifish.

He didn't peg Helena as the type to get physical, but you know what they say about small dogs. A girl who can't control her temper suited him, he thought.

[i]As an dueling opponent, of course.[/i] Better him than some of the wimps he's seen running around Slifer Red. Even if it was coming from Helena, that kimono girl with the glasses looks like she was a single punch away from breaking every bone in her body. Hell, Donte was worried just being around her would give her have a heart attack. It was like watching a rabbit or a hummingbird breathe in and out at speeds that would have a human hyperventilating.

Or was that just because of him?

He frowned, pushing the thought from his mind. "We could duel here and now, without duel disks, though if we do, we'd have to keep any fighting afterward quiet." Normally he wouldn't agree to this - keeping a fight quiet was like trying to keep popcorn kernels from going off in a microwave, but he was a strong, physically fit teenage boy a year older than the rest of his grade level, while she was... Helena. He should be able to stop her from making a racket if she lost all self control. Probably.