"I bet," says Barry. He has no idea how strong a werewolf is, but to endure transformation Derek must be incredibly resilient. "It was my fault," he explains. "I told her my safeword and I didn't use it. I was distracted."

By the desire to follow the man he'd seen across the square, which is far too stalkery to admit to. Barry colors faintly, resisting the urge to lift his hand and sniff it. It smells good to Derek? That's odd - and really flattering. Barry almost smiles, but the shudder that has just passed through Derek is still on his mind.

"Are you okay?" he asks, taking the tag off Derek's coat and his sweater so he can quickly pay for them, suddenly desiring to get Derek further from the demonstrations in the square. "There's nothing freaky at the bar, I promise. Just hot chocolate and other drinks."