The arena was roaring and chanting as all the mages and knights want a piece of the arrogant young master who came to their home and insulted them. It was understandable. After all, they all are just NPCs whose only job is to either die or to just blend in the background. Touching them won't change anything at all.
The real players are the likes of Calen and Viper, touching them would mean a plot is being activated. That would either alter the courses of the arcs or it would just reset.
Under the spotlight, Damien smiled, a wicked smile seeing her, and lift his hand and pointed a finger at the venomous woman. "You. Come to the stage if you have balls." He then corrected himself. "Forgive me miss, I almost forgot you don't have any balls."
An offhand joke which the audience laughed at.
Damien had to give it to her, she was a professional. Her expression never changed, her eyes never moved away from his. She was staring right into his soul.