It was...a strange reaction, to say the least. Derek understood enough French to know that the blond, who was definitely staring at him in awe now, called him beautiful of all things. A half-shifted wolf was not beautiful. It was horrifying in its wrongness, its inhumanness. When they were attacking, it could be terrifying, but now, when he was just sitting at a desk, there was no chance of that.
He frowned around his fangs, and were his forehead not deformed, his eyebrows missing, it would have been furrowed in confusion. The boy's pulse had quickened, but his expression was anything but fearful.
"You really think that," he said, his voice a deeper rumble than its usual speaking tone.