Derek watches Felicity as she considers and he can practically see the cogs turning in her head as she tries to formulate a response. She seems like the studious type; he has a feeling that she's trying to make sure she's not missing anything when she replies. The response he actually gets only further solidifies his thought in that vein.
She's asking more than she's telling him what she knows, but he supposes that's more to do with uncertainty with what he knows and less to do with uncertainty of her own bank of information. Derek smiles a little to reassure her. Most of that is generally what he's used to hearing. The vampire thing is new, though. He's never met one of those.
"What if I told you they were real?" he asks, his eyes moving over her face, searching her eyes and lips for tells that she might be uncomfortable, in which case, he'll drop it and keep the information to himself. What she doesn't know won't hurt her, after all. He would just...prefer to be honest if he's finally in a place where it's safe to do that.
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She's asking more than she's telling him what she knows, but he supposes that's more to do with uncertainty with what he knows and less to do with uncertainty of her own bank of information. Derek smiles a little to reassure her. Most of that is generally what he's used to hearing. The vampire thing is new, though. He's never met one of those.
"What if I told you they were real?" he asks, his eyes moving over her face, searching her eyes and lips for tells that she might be uncomfortable, in which case, he'll drop it and keep the information to himself. What she doesn't know won't hurt her, after all. He would just...prefer to be honest if he's finally in a place where it's safe to do that.