Derek frowned and closed the door behind them, growling as he roughly grabbed Stiles' upper arm and pushed him against the door to the garage. "Are you allergic to answering questions directly? How many days were you at the auction house," he growled in Stiles' face, pushing his body against Stiles'.

"After you answer my question I'm taking you upstairs to get you washed and prepared for bed. You'll be staying in my room until I can trust you enough to stay in the spare room adjoining mine."