Derek nods a little. He gets that. Even though Derek spends most of his time in clothes, even back home, it's mostly due to societal conditioning and has much less to do with actually enjoying being dressed. He prefers not to be, but unless he's alone or with someone intimately, he keeps his clothes on. Mostly, at least.

"Yeah, I feel you," he sympathizes with a frown. Derek doesn't think it'd be awkward if they both just indulged in that urge, but there's a couple of reasons he's not inclined. One of those reasons is the fact that there are cameras everywhere and while he isn't insecure about his body or worried about people seeing it for the sake of seeing it, he isn't really interested in getting arrested for treason if being naked is against the law here. Considering everything else that they consider to be treasonous, it honestly would not surprise him. The other reason he doesn't wish to disrobe is named Buffy.

With a little smile, Derek drops down on his bed, leaning forward with his hands on his knees. "Almost two weeks. So not as long as some, but...long enough," he says, "to be fed up with it."