[Tate's expression flickers, all that contentment faltering for a second when Derek comments and he feels like he just tripped up on something. His brows pinch and he doesn't quiet know how to answer, doesn't quite get the whole insinuation right then and there. But his suspicion of what he means settles in slowly, and he goes from perhaps a touch embarrassed to... annoyed.]
What's that supposed to mean?
[Better off leaving it rhetorical but if Derek wants to answer, Tate'll roll his eyes. Just because he thinks it might annoy Derek back, he nods toward the lobby pub with all intents of having a drink or two now. He'll even start heading over, walking ahead a few strides - though he looks down discreetly at himself as if still hung up on the scent comment. What can he smell? Who can he smell?]
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What's that supposed to mean?
[Better off leaving it rhetorical but if Derek wants to answer, Tate'll roll his eyes. Just because he thinks it might annoy Derek back, he nods toward the lobby pub with all intents of having a drink or two now. He'll even start heading over, walking ahead a few strides - though he looks down discreetly at himself as if still hung up on the scent comment. What can he smell? Who can he smell?]
Whatever. C'mon.