It is definitely warm in here. Of course, Alcide usually runs hot. But without his wolf-ness, not so much. Maybe that's the reason the warmth feels good. Maybe it just feels good to know that a girl like Buffy is attracted to him, even if she's taken. And even if she isn't, he still assumes she is. He'd be lying if he said he was perfectly okay with that. He's seen Buffy stripped down to those inside bits she wishes people didn't see. And she's seen him in the same way. That has to stand for something.

As for Derek, Alcide feels horrible about sleeping with his girlfriend. He doesn't necessarily regret it on Derek's behalf. He regrets it on Buffy's. What he feels the most horrible about is that he'd gotten in Derek's face, almost gone completely Alpha on him, before Derek had a chance to decide he liked him. It sucks. Because Alcide is new. He has no one but these two people he shares this room with and Zee, natve Gracie.

"You think there's a chance he doesn't hate me? I'm not so sure about that." He shakes his head. "Probably just... keep my distance for awhile. Not get in between you and him... explorin'."

They weren't the only ones infected. Maybe if Alcide had spent more time in the main parts of the Complex he would have seen more people acting as he and Buffy did. Not that he'd want to see that, but it sure as hell would make him feel better about his own actions. "Good." He says with a slow, thoughtful nod before he looks back at her. "I mean not that it's any of my business, I just... I don't know why that's good... nevermind."