Derek pursed his lips as the bitter scent of jealousy wafted towards him. He might be pleased that Allison had chosen him, especially for the sake of the child, but he wasn't the type of person to enjoy Scott's unhappiness.
"We can always use another set of hands," the elder werewolf replied, diplomatically. "But don't feel obligated, if you have things you'd rather be doing, people you'd rather spend time with."