Stiles groaned hearing Derek's words and how angry the werewolf seemed to be with him. Stiles clearly couldn't do anything right and it was a good thing he was no longer Derek's personal slave. He would be much happier without him.
"Of course I am making friends here. Was I suppose to sit in my cabin waiting for you to come for me?" Stiles asked looking up at Derek from where he laid on the bed. "I get the bar comment. I got a little carried away. But the keeping my hands to myself? Want to explain that?"