[ Derek likes to think of himself as attentive, but he misses that first look. He's - mostly just focused on the horny teenage werewolf thing, which makes him laugh. Half-flustered. Half-nervous. Doesn't really suit his normal level of composure. ]

Would've, uh. Would've warmed up a lot of cold nights. That's all I'm saying.

[ Anyway. Wow. Okay. My dad used to do that. Derek realizes he's stepped in something and chews his bottom lip. ]

But yeah. If you don't like it, I can help you find somewhere better. Put in a good word for you. Somewhere nearby, so we can hang out, maybe.

[ Do his job as Tate's dom, even though they're not there yet. ]