At that, it's Derek's turn to laugh, albeit a smaller thing than hers had been. He gives a soft snort, shaking his head dismissively. Something in particular has prompted her change of heart, he's sure. He's not about to ask what, but it lowers his guard a little, encourages him to handle her more gently than he might, otherwise. Understanding is a potent thing.

"I'm a werewolf. We're pretty used to mental."