The kid had balls, Derek had to give him that. He was almost impressed, particularly when Isaac's name was dropped, heavy with the implication that Jackson knew something, though just what he thought he knew was still up for debate. Derek had a feeling he was going to need to have a word with Isaac, hell, with all of his pack, about the meaning of discretion. For all the good it would do.
Derek's expression was distinctly unimpressed. Whatever this kid was after, Derek wasn't about to fold so easily. "And what exactly did Isaac tell you?" he asked, releasing the door handle so he could cross his arms over his chest. With his feet firmly planted on the ground, t-shirt stretched tight across his biceps, Derek presented a solid, immovable barrier to whatever it was the kid thought he wanted. He could be intimidating when he wanted to be. Perhaps he should be intimidating more often, he thought, but he didn't want his pack to be afraid of him.