Stiles' mouth opens and closes and he utters a desperate sound of protest as he gets up from the table.
"What? No. I'm not." He stalks to where Derek is standing, glaring, eyebrows raised in accusation. "I don't believe you," he says, indignantly. "You--I was naked and all you wanted to do was give me water and clothe me. There is no way you've been thinking about kissing me."