Derek studied Stiles, frowning a little in concern, and lifted his hand, smoothed Stiles' hair back from his face and nodded. "Alright," he agreed. He tilted the teenager's face up to his and kissed him, reassuringly, wanting the threatening panic to dissipate. "We can talk here. Let's start at the beginning...do I want to be with you and Isaac again? Of course. I have two beautiful slaves. Of course I want to be with them, and watch them be with each other. But only if you want that too."