His face lights up a little when he smiles like that. He could move a room with that expression. She doesn't think he has the cunning to employ it though. Derek seems a little too straight forward for such subterfuge.

"Mmm," the tone is disbelieving, "A man of your ability must have something he excels at and enjoys." She tries to imagine him baking a cake. It ends up just looking like him holding a pan, covered in flour splotches from head to toe and looking confused. Perhaps not baking.

"Surely there isn't so much trouble with your pack that you cannot take some time to enjoy life?"