[ Not particularly surprised by the comment from Scott, Derek shifts to stand next to Stiles once the kids go up to ring the doorbell. He watches them, quiet and strangely at ease, despite the chaos of a holiday that endorses children getting sugar highs, then stomach aches. But his attention isn't on that, and is instead on the human there with them. The one that runs with wolves. ]

He's always been a wolf. It's easy for him to forget that not everyone wants the bite-- easy for both of them, I think. [ His voice is quiet enough to be kept between them, covered up by the excitement surrounding them. ] You already declined my first offer. I don't intend to make it again.