Almost, Derek asks for elaboration - what the fae expected, what he found instead, and privately he wonders if he's exceeded or, as feels more likely in some dark and hushed part of him, disappointed. But he says none of these things, merely offers the fox a nod. It's a city of over eight million people, but Derek doesn't doubt that he will see him around. Sometime.

"Yeah. I'll keep an eye on any flower patches I find," he says, drily, but he waits for the fox to go before he does.