We would. [ He nods. He's compensated with his abilities being sapped over the course of the last few weeks, but he'd finally risen above it, moved past it. He'd evolved. And here he is, having regressed. But, he's not the priority. They'll deal with that. They'll deal with Scott. They'll do something.

Derek acknowledges the leg tap, his expression softening again. ]

I got a dog collar. And a hat that would fit right in at a leather bar. [ Derek's life is talking about inappropriate subjects with teenagers. ] There was a triskelion etched into the tag on the collar. [ So, yep. Someone has had their fair share of fun. ]

Is there room under the bed?

[ For the mask. ]