She's right. The way that things are going, even with his abilities to hear and smell a lie aside, he's pretty sure that if she really didn't want him around, he'd know it. It isn't like she's able to hide it, right now. Just like if he didn't want to spend time with her, she'd know that, too. Why, really, is beyond him except that they seem to have a thing or two in common beyond their inability to shut their goddamned mouths.

"I'm going to take that as a compliment because I really want it to be a compliment," he replies and then his jaw tightens because he really could have done without the latter part of that statement and this is bordering on infuriating; the total lack of control.

Clearing his throat, Derek leads her the rest of the way and pulls open the door. The sooner they can get inside, the better, he thinks. Maybe once they're out of the rain, that'll do it. Maybe they'll have to dry off, but getting indoors is step one, either way, so he holds the door open for her and gestures her inside. "Ladies first."