Derek gives what he likes to think is the charming version of his smile, but at the moment, it's a little bit lopsided. Whatever this drink is, it's apparently worth the burn in the back of his throat.

Lucy is gorgeous and she's leaning closer and his eyes shift down to her chest for a second before he remembers himself and looks back up at her face. Rude. Rude, Derek, that's rude, he tells himself. That's all forgotten in an instant when she calls him pretty and he laughs a little, eyebrows lifted in amused incredulity.

"Pretty, huh? I don't know if I should be flattered or put out by that particular comment," he says, droopy, dopey grin still in place.