“Firefly reference? Really? Okay, Captain Hale,” Stiles said saluting Derek from where he was sitting in a rather comfortable chair. It would take a lot of convincing to get Stiles out of it. His ankle could use some ice but it would have to wait until he got back to his room. There was a snort from the teen. “Like that is going to stop him.”
And true to Stiles words, Batman gobbled up the treat he had been saving and gave Derek happy puppy dog eyes and a little wag of the tail.