Derek waited patiently for Stiles to get situated, his eyes never leaving Stiles. This pet, even though he was going to be hard to deal with, was going to be a wise investment. If he didn't get too attached. And he'd have to make sure that his Uncle didn't get a hold of him either. Peter had a thing for 'the pretty ones' as he called them.

Yes, Stiles was beautiful but Derek knew that all Peter would have done was beat him and break him until he was useless. He slowly took a breath and counted to 5, staying calm as Stiles ran his mouth. "Ecstatic. Wrists, now," he ordered, holding out an open cuff.