With a surprised huff of laughter, Derek cranes his neck back and his eyebrows lift in mock offense. "I think my days are just fine, thank you very much," he shoots back, looking as amused as he is by the comment. She has worded it in such a way that she can get away with saying it without actually saying it and Derek thinks that's cute and clever, although if he ever admitted that, he can only assume she'll run with it. He tries to be careful not to give Lucy things like that to run with because he's already wrapped around her little finger as it is, whether she realizes it or not.

"Well, then I guess you'll be good to go and you don't really need my good luck wish all that much," he says, leaning forward again. This time, he stops shy of kissing her and changes course, moving to whisper in her ear, his lips brushing against her skin as he does. "You'll have to let me know so we can celebrate when he inevitably gives in, then."