Both Buffy and Derek do that. They look at the cameras anytime he says what he thinks to them. For having been here a few days, the both of them, they're hyper aware of the cameras. Alcide forgets they're there a lot of the time. He wonders what's been done to the both of them that they both seem scared of speaking in front of them.

In any case, Alcide could give a fuck. He knows what he knows. "They are." He assures her, albeit a bit quieter than before, but no less certain.

"I bet your sister's just as protective of you, even if she don't show it." Alcide says. "I know I am of Janice." He grins a bit. "I still tell her to go away and mind her own business a lot of the time."

He considers her last question, but waits for her to look back up at him from the bed before answering. "Wanted to do, I don't know about that. It's what I know though. Shreveport ain't swimmin' with opportunities. Plus I never did college. Barely finished high school. Just did what I know how to do, you know?" Alcide is definitely an ordinary joe from a lower class drunken household. Nothing spectacular about him.

"Guess I'm pretty underwhelming in the light of day, huh?" He only half-jokes. He couldn't be impressive if he tried. And with Buffy, he really wishes he could impress, that he had more to work with.