"This isn't hell. This is prison," Stiles corrected Derek still scowling at the werewolf from where he sat on the bed. "If you don't like how I'm acting then just set me free." Stiles looked at the laptop for a moment before letting out a sigh and pushing it down to the end of the bed. He wouldn't give Derek the satisfaction of knowing that he really liked the idea of having access to a laptop. It was more then what he thought he would have.
"And can I have some clothes? Or boxers? Anything? I hate being naked... it makes me feel vulnerable."