Derek huffed his amusement, eyebrows cocking along with it. "Yeah, my sensitive nose thanks Ruby until eternity for that soap, I get it," he laughed, shaking his head. He didn't even want to think about the level of holy shit ripe this place would be to him if there was no soap. He wondered if that was why Ruby made the soap, since she was a werewolf, too.
His expression sobered a little and he squinted against the sun. "Something like that, yeah," he replied. Not entirely accurate because Brazil had really been the do over, but this place was sort of an extension of that, so he nodded.