Derek frowned, wiping away the tear from Isaac's cheek and pressing his lips against his temple. "I can't deny that he helped me recognize what I had with you, and to value it." He would truly be an idiot to value the rebelliousness of an unhappy slave over the sweet submission Isaac offered so freely. "But he won't be coming back here," he added, quietly, assuming that was what Isaac meant by Stiles being 'gone'. "I spoke to Laura and asked her to find a place for him on the estate. Keeping Stiles as a personal slave is cruel and unusual punishment for him." And for himself, though he didn't voice it.