"I said part of your breakfast, not all of it. You're underfed and skinny enough as it is. You need to look healthy when I sell you again."

Derek sighed at the utter lack of cooperation. "You're really going to do this," he asked, looking down at Stiles for a moment before deciding to carry the slave over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Next time I'm dragging you. And I'm not cleaning all the scrapes you get," he informs him as he makes his way back to the house.