Earlier in the evening, he'd given courteous - by his standards, certainly - greetings to the gracious host. Later, however, he seeks her out, because what she's done today takes courage and there's anxiety in the air. This is where their alliance really begins, Derek thinks, unofficial and unplanned as it had been. At the time, in his car, he'd been thinking only of himself, and of one girl who felt, somewhat, like a kindred spirit. Now, he's had time to consider the implications. He knows it can't be that simple.

And yet, he's not unwilling to proceed. While his early knowledge of Midnight had him as wary as anyone else, his time in London has had him reevaluating. Kenzi - roguish but rock solid - and Daybreak - so tied to the Night Council - and Abigail herself - untested, but willing, bold.

Perhaps he's concerned, not simply from his position as an ally. He finds her in the sitting room, looking elegant and composed, like she was unaware of the risk she's taking. Derek doesn't need wolfish senses to know otherwise.

"Hey," he says, and his tone is low but it's not often that he bothers with anything resembling a real greeting. "Any trouble?"