To say the very least, Derek finds himself thinking as he nods his silent agreement. He smiles a little at the latter sentiment and nods again. "Yeah, they really are," he agrees easily enough. Sometimes for the worse, if you ask Derek, but that's not really the direction in which he cares to take the conversation, so he leaves the sentiment at that.

If Derek looks a little surprised by that, it's because he is. Even having lived in the cities, and now, here, where people are less inclined to be afraid of him, there's still some part of him that just expects discomfort from a human being who isn't entirely aware of werewolves being actual things where they come from. He knows that they're not something, at least, that Diego and Vanya were aware of back home, so he can only assume Klaus hadn't been, either. It's refreshing, though, to have someone smaller and more human than he is, say that he isn't worried about it.

"Good to know and glad to hear it," he replies, looking somehow equal parts impressed, relieved, and surprised. "I mean, I still feel it more on the full moon, but I can change whenever I want, yeah. It took a lot of years of practice; when I was a kid, I was pretty much a stereotypical monster every full moon, but yeah. At this point in my life, I get to decide. It's kind of nice being able to toggle back and forth between me and the me that's socially acceptable, at will."