[ Tate might not have much to lose, but the people he pulls into this with him might. Derek wonders if he should bring that up, but ultimately - it's not really Tate's problem. If he's willing to get in trouble for his part in this, so should everyone who opts to help out. Derek hits Tate with a long, long stare, only breaking eye contact when Tate breaks it first. ]

She sounds like an idiot. At the very least, a liability.

[ He wasn't around when Stiles was a dom, but Derek saw the Down before he even saw the inside of his provided housing. It was disgusting, turning his back on the smooth, polished luxury the Up provided for him and walking barefoot into the dust and the grime of Stiles' new home. There's a cruelty in being dropped from Dom to Sub. The change can't be as difficult to adjust to the other way around, and Derek's quick to assume that Tate's friend is just a lazy moron who would rather enjoy the comfort of the Up than do anything to get her hands dirty. Not the kind of person worth inviting to a super secret rebellion party club.

Derek shakes his head. Doesn't matter. Tate's clothes still smell like sex, and if Tate got laid because of the hotel's influence, it shouldn't have taken a designation switch for him to realize this place is as demanding and selfish as the rest of Duplicity. Given that Derek's been in a similar boat, it takes... a lot of willpower not to throw stones in a glass house, here. ]

Look - I'm paranoid enough for the both of us. Don't worry about how dangerous the hotel is, just - focus on your plan. It's a good plan.

[ Derek tags a sip of his beer, shifting forward in his seat. ]

I'm pretty proud of you, actually. It's brave, to take initiative like this. I'm impressed.