Derek juggled the box to one arm and reached out for the paper. He could tell that Allison was embarrassed, and nervous, and he hastened to put her at ease.
"It's fine," he said, quickly. "I didn't want...I wasn't sure if a room like this would bring back bad memories," he added, feeling awkward. "I sometimes enjoy...scenes," he finished, unsure if she would understand what he meant. He gestured vaguely at the furniture and cupboards. "In a space like this, separate from a bedroom." It wasn't an unusual practice, at least among people who owned slaves and used them sexually, but he'd gotten the impression from Stiles that it was something shocking.