Pedro frowned, pulling his hand back toward his chest when Derek pulled his away, feeling like he must have interpreted something terribly. The low lighting let him miss the flush not that he would have ever looked close enough to see it in the first place. "...Oh, okay," he mumbled back. At the word 'love', he tried very hard to think what that might be like. But he wasn't sure. He didn't know exactly what love was. Letting out a squeak as Derek pulled his collar, he followed him to the bar stools and sat. "Heeey," he whined before relaxing again. The bartender poured their drinks quickly, not many others sitting in their area at this time. Pedro eyes the club soda with a tilted head. "There's bubbles in my water."