Derek shakes his head, starting to load items into the next box so that he can hand it over to Sansa to make it pretty. "No, I don't mind talking about it, it's okay. My clothes disappear. I don't have them when I'm a wolf, and they just sort of disappear into the ether. So usually, if I don't want to lose them for good, I have to take them off before I transition and stash them where they won't get stolen," he confesses.

A little bit of color rises into his cheeks. Okay, it's a little embarrassing to admit that part of it to someone so demure.

"Anyway, turning into a wolf is nice, I'll admit. But it's nicer that I get to choose. I have control and I can be half-man, half-wolf, or I can transition all the way, or not at all. Legend has it that werewolves are slaves to the full moon, but that's only true if the werewolf doesn't work to take their control back and my pack was really big on never hurting humans, so...it might have taken me half my life to get good at it, but I got good at it."