Derek barks out a laugh at that and looks over his Thomas with an amused smile, shaking his head a bit. No one has ever really asked him that, and he wrinkles his nose a bit as he reaches up to scratch the back of his head. "It can be a pain in the ass, yeah, but I'm used to it."

He laughs again and reaches over to poke the underside of Thomas' arm before scoffing and moving into a lunge to stretch out his hamstrings. "Funny question to ask when you're waving your pits around in my face."

It's all just teasing, because Thomas smells fine to him. Good, even. It's all clean sweat and this musky earthiness that's inherent to him, like vanilla and cloves. And Thomas never seems to wear any cloying, chemical colognes that always make the inside of his nose itch.