"No," Stiles said not caring if the scene was over or not. Derek was his master and he had made Derek happy. Stiles was getting a little giddy off of that feeling and if he wasn't so tired he would be bouncing around.
He moved his wrist to return proper blood flow back to it and he might have a bruise or two come the morning but he wasn't hurt. "I can tend to you if you want me to, Master."