Re: Derek's place: Derek/Marta
"Mmmph," Derek replied, non commitally, watching Marta over the rim of her glass. Whatever those reasons might be, Derek was sure that they were important to Marta, and not at all important to herself. "You're left with only one choice then, if you won't get rid of them. You must change yourself." Not in the way she sometimes could, flexing between male and female, between a fair skinned blonde or her current shape.
She took a sip of water, noting the flush of color that faced from her cheeks to the top of her ears. Derek was not particularly adept at reading someone, but Marta's heart was bare for anyone to see, and she licked her teeth, watching. "What shame is there in what you want? Your only fault is looking for it in anyone's eyes. Not anyone should be able to have you," she said, knowingly before she lowered her glass to sit it between the arches of her feet.
"Anyway, this wasn't what you wanted to talk to me about, was it? You know how I feel, but I'm always a fan of cutting away the rotten bits. The good bits, those can stay." She paused for a moment, considering. "But you've never been hunting, have you? You haven't been in the forest, I'm guessing not. We should go."