Derek suppressed the urge to roll his eyes--but barely.
His slaves were little better than children sometimes. Needy children, wanting reassurances. But so was he, so he couldn't really judge.
He lightly butted Allison's forehead when she kissed him and gave her a brief nod as she moved away.
"Take as long as you need," he encouraged, and glanced at Stiles, his thumb circling the teenager's pulse before he let it drop from his shoulder. "Both of you. You know where to find me."
And now, situation diffused, he shouldered past Stiles through the bathroom.