Derek shrugged one shoulder. "Better," he said, evasively. "He...he says he wants to stay," he said, cautiously. Whether Stiles actually meant to stay...well, who knew? "It's nice to not feel like I'm his jailer anymore, but he still doesn't listen, and when he gets upset over something, he sulks like a child." Which he was, technically. "I don't know how to discipline him without actually beating him." He flexed his hand, against imagined claws. "My control...it's holding, but the way things are going...." Who knew for how long.
He didn't want to talk about Stiles, and how he was failing. "How's Alice adjusting?"