Derek swallowed, remembering the night in question, and licked his lips. "I wanted that too," he confessed, voice rough, no louder than a whisper. "But Stiles' reaction...well," he shrugged one shoulder. "We also hadn't talked about it. I didn't want to ask you for something in a situation you might feel pressured to comply." And now he had no idea where he stood with Stiles. "And speaking of Stiles...I should tell you, that I told him last night. About Kate."