Isaac entered, smoothly making sure the door closed behind him, and bringing the tray of food over to his Master. He set it down on the small table beside Derek, and then easily sank to his knees in front of the older man.
"Did you sleep alright, Sir?" he asked, hopefully. He had heard there might have been some problem with Stiles, the night before, but it seemed like there was often a problem with Stiles, and it always seemed to resolve itself.