Slowly, Derek exhales. Asked in such a straightforward manner, he's forced to think about it while the fox makes a point of getting comfortable. Fae.

"I didn't say that," he replies eventually, and he hadn't meant it either, even if he keeps that to himself. It'd be a stupid kind of lie to claim he wasn't cautious, though, if not suspicious. "Just not used to seeing 'your kind' around here."