[Tate shoots Derek a look, like maybe he can sense the whole guy stuff train of thought, but then he just snickers as Derek continues to elaborate. Sales team sounds like a fucking chore, but Derek - doesn't really know what he's touched on. Tate glances down for a second, almost pensive, before his eyes are back up and mirthful. Wet dream, huh.]

I don't know if I'm cut out for sales - ut my dad used to do that, though. Worst case I could try, even just to appeal to horny teenage werewolves?

[He creases his brow there with amusement, but. Huh.]

Can I come check the place out sometime? To see how it runs.