Derek's mouth twitches, but the amusement doesn't go far. He ends up shrugging, resuming his wary study of the fox.

"Not exactly used to hearing a lot of them," he replies, and he's never really felt remiss about it until now. His knowledge of fae is mostly second-hand, and it had always seemed like enough. Speaking to the fox, he's not so sure. Still, he draws himself up, frowning. It's less like his usual surliness, however, and more like an attempt to look stern. "I think questions are the least you should expect, when you're out here."