"Still bossing me around," Stiles mutters, avoiding looking at Derek, because he doesn't need to look at him to know he's rolling his eyes--that's how loudly Derek rolls his eyes. His pulse races at Derek even mentioning The Before Thing, but he tells himself it's just the dehydration and leftover shakes from passing out.
"That's how I got into this mess," he snarks, pointedly. "How do you even talk to Cora and Lydia?" he marvels. "Giving them orders must go over like a lead balloon. Or is that why you like to boss me around? Nobody else will submit? Bossy Alpha werewolf's without a pack to dominate?"