"Well, there's bags, too," he pointed out with a sigh, but that was fair enough, he supposed. It was his shit; things for his baby and Lydia was in no way obligated to help with any of this stuff. She'd already helped him more than most other people probably would've.
He caught the comment about hair pulling to Daisy and cleared his throat, eyes widening slightly at the subtext there as he got into his trunk and started pulling out bags and boxes. Sweet Jesus... he thought, more information than he needed to ever hear from Lydia Martin because now he was going to have mental images that were just as welcome as they were unwelcome and the fact that they weren't purely unwelcome was...
Well. He hadn't needed to hear that.
Derek looked up when he heard Lydia's voice much closer and he took the key ring from her, lifting his eyebrows and grinning a little at the key chain she had on it. "Really?" he teased.