"Isaac has nothing to do with us," Derek replied, wanting Stiles to focus on their relationship, and not the other werewolf. He moved closer, covering the boy's branded hip with his hand, wanting the physical connection. "And I haven't forgotten anything. Your choice to be here is the only reason we're doing this, Stiles. You wanted my respect, and you have it. I care for you. I care about you."
The problem was that Stiles, for all that he claimed to be reasonable, could not actually be reasoned with. "You claim you trust me, but in the past week alone you've demonstrated that you don't trust my judgment, or respect my commands. You've given me no reason to trust you, but you would demand it? You're not my Alpha, or my Master. My trust must be earned, over time."