Samandriel looked at the boy for a moment. "I'm not sure there is, but perhaps there's something I can help you with." There was something distinctly melancholic hanging around the slave boy, and while Samandriel could go digging for it easily, he didn't want to be invasive with someone he didn't know. His wings stayed hidden for the time being. If there was question as to the authenticity of what he was (which, frankly seemed common on Hale property if Derek was anything to judge by,) he could remedy that easily enough.
"Honestly, I just came to do a few things for Derek, but I have time if you'd like it, Alcuin nó Delaunay." It wasn't like as soon as he finished doing what he intended to do just to prove a point to the wolf, Derek wouldn't know it was him.