Stiles blinked at Derek's rapid firing of questions. It was quickly becoming clear that Derek was not happy with him and had caught on that Stiles had been avoiding him.
"I have been helping out outside and here," Stiles said as he moved to grab to baskets and went back to the table. But he went to the other side so his back wasn't to Derek. He doubted the werewolf would like that. "I am not avoiding you and Isaac. I've been busy." Lie. "And I've told you I am fine with you and Isaac. You are a Master after all. You get to have as many slaves as you want." Sort of a lie. Stiles was jealous of the time Isaac was spending with Derek but he knew it couldn't be helped with Allison sleeping in Isaac's room. It also sort of proved the thoughts he had been having but didn't have the guts to say.
"Any other questions?" Stiles asked, moving the pile of clothing that need to be iron out of the way and started to fold.