Hermes let out a loud, pleased laugh. "You charming little devil," he said, eyes crinkling about the corners. He took the apple, all green and juicy and delicious, the sort that somehow managed to bring out the green of his eyes. "Thank you." It really was remarkably nice to actually be able to read the signs around the market now instead of skimming where and what things were from people's minds. That, honestly, was likely why he was so damn bad at shutting people out.
"In the company of wolves, then. I've heard they're rather...territorial as far as packs go. The angel has a particular fascination with Derek. Though I'm not entirely certain if the appeal is Derek himself or just because the boy is rather combative and Master Hale allows it."