Derek glared at him again. "I'm not pouting. Or a toddler. Bitter, I'll give you. Not the other two." Okay maybe he was pouting a little. But he was in a shitty situation. It was allowable.
He shrugged. "You can stay if you want, I'm almost done. I really don't have that much stuff that I use on a regular enough basis to bring it to the castle that wouldn't already be available for me. I can always come back and get anything else. I'm just..." 'being difficult' was one answer. "Being angry."