Derek shook his head and waved one hand, dismissively. "He doesn't even know you," he countered. He patted the boy's cheek lightly.
"And I've found myself with not one, but two personal slaves I have no intention of giving up...you'll need to get to know each other. And this way, there will be a purpose to it." The elder werewolf was pleased with himself for his solution, though he was skeptical of Stiles' amenability.
"You'd be a Master in your own right if you hadn't been taken from us," he added, solemnly.