"You were drugged and in pain," Derek replied, and kissed the back of his neck again. "But if you want me to spank you for it, I suppose arrangements can be made." He hoped that the offer of a spanking--knowing that Stiles had enjoyed the last one--would belie the deadpan delivery.
"I know you think that Masters and slaves can't be friendly," he said, because otherwise he had no excuse to stay where he was, still holding tight to the boy, pressed snugly against his back. "That being considerate of a slave's feelings is a sign of being weak. And elsewhere that might be true. But if you've seen the way things are here...I hope you've seen enough to know that we take care of our slaves. It's just our way. They're part of the pack. For us...caring for our slaves is not a sign of weakness, but of strength."