"Because I honestly don't have a clue what to call you," Stiles said rubbing his face and eyes. He heard the change in Derek's tone and knew he had said something he shouldn't have. Stiles just didn't know what.
"And I have their clothes because I lost the hand in poker and my wager was to mend their clothing." Stiles put the glass down and laid back in the bed. He knew he shouldn't lay down in front of Derek, it wasn't proper, but Stiles' throbbing head was the priority. "Is there anything else you need, Mr. Hale?"