[ A quick bark of a laugh, deep and straight from his chest, manages to escape him at that. But it's not derisive, and Derek's expression shifts to something more... promising. But he shifts from that to something a little more serious, the dangerous, predatory air returning beneath what's become incredibly flirtatious between the two of them. He sort of likes it better.
But he takes in how Stiles is holding the weapon, and while he doesn't utilize polearms and the like that often... well, he can tell Stiles knows it in theory, but not in practice.
Something to remedy, even if he's not a fighter. He doesn't move right away in the charge, but when he does he shifts his weight away from Stiles while reaching a hand out to grab hold of the glaive and pull. ]
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But he takes in how Stiles is holding the weapon, and while he doesn't utilize polearms and the like that often... well, he can tell Stiles knows it in theory, but not in practice.
Something to remedy, even if he's not a fighter. He doesn't move right away in the charge, but when he does he shifts his weight away from Stiles while reaching a hand out to grab hold of the glaive and pull. ]