"Because he is the slave you want me to be?" Stiles offered stopping at the door to turn and look at Derek. The werewolf look defeated and Stiles knew he had done that. It made his gut twist in guilt. Him and his stupid pride.
"He behaves and knows what you like, he listens without question, you trust him, and he understands all the little werewolf things that I don't." Stiles just shrugged a little. He knew Derek would be better off if he just focused on Isaac. "I will make sure to tell him that you need to see him."