It had been awhile since Stiles had been threatened by Derek. So far it hadn't happened here, but he figured it was only a matter of time. It was just part of how they worked. They weren't exactly friends, but they weren't enemies, either. Reluctant allies was probably the best term. Sometimes Stiles actually felt sympathy for Derek. It wasn't like any of their lives had been great in the recent weeks and months in Beacon Hills, but even he knew that they sucked an epic amount for the alpha.
Stiles reached underneath his shirt collar and flashed the pendant he was wearing for Derek to see. "Not while I'm wearing this fugly ass thing. No demon wants to get close enough to look at it." Now his voice was full of wry sarcasm. Sure, he'd heard that it was easy for people to rip the necklace off if they really wanted to get to him, but Stiles didn't do needles. Not even when they were being used on other people.
He tucked the pendant beneath his shirt once more so it was out of sight, eying Derek warily. Somehow he doubted he had enough conversation in him for a one hour conversation, let alone two. Stiles was pretty sure he didn't, either. And the idea of the two of them having some kind of heart to heart was kind of bizarre. Then again, he didn't want to worry Scott or Lydia or Allison. They had enough on their plates, already, too. Especially now.
"Have you watched the show? Up through the finale?" he asked after a moment.