"Oh, so you're an expensive date," Derek replies, looking over at her with an amused expression. She's smiling, but her scent has gone a little bitter with sadness. Derek doesn't want her to feel bad. She tried to do a nice thing, something she thought would make him happy, and it isn't her fault that it didn't work out.

He sets his plate down on the table and then stretches out his back, laying his head in her lap like he would if he were in his other form. Maybe he does feel a little bummed out, but she'll make him feel better. He blinks his pale eyes up at her and smiles a little. "You can tell Newt I let you pet me."