"You like the smell," Stiles voice held disbelief in it as they walked, "of corse you like the smell ad that is the reason you are tormenting me." Now there was a large ammount of sarcasm in Stiles' voice. He really didn't appreciate being tormented just so Derek could smell his arousal constantly.
Talking about the collar as they walked, Stiles lifted his hand and tugged on it slightly before he looked at Derek. "It isn't like I'll listen to their advice. I can't blow up me room or escape out the window or shoot you. All I had was the laptop and you took that away." Stile didn't like that but Derek was his Master and he learned when Derek wanted something he got it. "If I get the tattoo will you give me my laptop back and promise never to take it away again?"