Derek bit back a light snort as Peter praised the vampires, leaning into Hayley as he did so he could press his face lightly against her side. The night had been a strain on him and, truthfully, he was pretty much at the point of being done. He just wanted to go to bed, drag her along with him and curl around her for a few hours in the hope that nothing would disturb them for awhile.

Lydia was studying Allison too, seeing almost immediately that there was something wrong and she had a sinking feeling she knew what. She might have even dragged Allison off to ask but she was distracted by Peter reappearing with their drinks. Arching a brow, she did scoff then as she reached to pluck the whiskey away from him. "I don't want juice."