[Tate likes the attention that comes with Derek looking at him so intently, which at first he doesn't seem to acknowledge. But then Tate glances over, dark eyes sliding to the corners to look back at Derek and catch the tail end of where he's looking at him with a strange drop in his stomach. He swallows hard, breathing in deep and doing a little shifting of his own on the platform - sipping beer and dropping his gaze down. He's seen that look before but he's telling himself he must be mistaken.]

No offense, but...

[He's calm, looking back up after a beat - lightly laughing just enough to shake his shoulders as his eyes show the same mirth when he meets Derek's gaze. He's not chastising and this isn't him actually upset but:]

Kinda unfair to say "you'll find out later". How bad are these things that can hurt us? Are they like, common? Or just... stuff that can be used against us by people like... like hunters? Because there are still things that can poison me now but it's not like I'm gonna run through the woods and trip over a gallon of antifreeze.