"You don't have the option of being anything else," Derek answered, quietly. "If you won't obey me, you won't obey anyone." Not without the kind of discipline that Derek was unwilling to give--daily beatings, or some other violence. "But you can. I know you can."
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Come closer?" It was a question, when it should have been a statement, but he wanted Stiles to prove to himself that he could obey if he wanted.