For all of his complaining and protests Stiles liked that Derek was leading him around on a leash, a very short leash at the moment. Lit was short enough that Stiles only had to lean down and nuzzle Derek's hand like a dog. Stiles just couldn't help himself. He like the things Derek did to him and he was starting to like the werewolf himself. He was fair but kind. It was Stiles' mouth and stubbornness that got him into so much trouble.
"A painting will no keep me occupied for hours, Master," Stiles said as he looked at Derek. "I promise not to encourage any more vampires to come and eat me. I'll be good." Stiles even gave Derek a small smile as he tried for an innocent look.