"Because contrary to popular belief, I'm not actually a mindless animal," Derek shot back. He took a step closer to Stiles, and then forced himself to stop before he actually reached out and touched the boy. Stiles was entitled to be angry at him, to not want to be touched by him.
He scowled, and stalked to the wardrobe, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, and then shoved them into Stiles' hands.