Stiles stared at Derek long and good. It was clear the werewolf wasn't going to change his mind though Stiles knew if he give himself enough time and put up enough of a stink Derek will eventually change his mind.
But he was hurting and it had felt wonderful not to hurt and he knew Derek could give him that.
"So what should I do now? Bow? Get on my hands and knees and kiss your feet?" Stiles asked with a raised eyebrow. "I'm not sharing your bed with you. You are getting another one placed in here."