You don't say that sort of thing to a girl who idolized Hermione Granger as a child. I already do my best to keep a mental list of random shit to ask Derek whenever I think about werewolf-related questions.

"My eyes and my stomach are fine." I reach out lazily, smacking Derek's arm with the back of my hand. "They just need to settle for a minute from the wonderful imagery you just hit me with."