Derek listens interestedly as Luke speaks, not looking away from him even as he eats. He's hungry enough that his canines sharpen just enough to tear through the tri-tip easily. When Luke gets to the part about the moon, Derek's face falls and he sets his sandwich down, wiping his hands on his napkin and leaning in.

"Really? There's no controlling it?" He pouts a little, thinking about how terrible that must be. He remembers what it was like when he first started shifting, and how the moon forced the change until he learned to control it. It wasn't very fun at all, not having control over himself. "Where do you go?"