"Or you could just lock me up in another room far far away from you," Stiles stated but there was a hint of a grin on his lips now. Derek was giving into his demands and it hadn't even been a day yet. He had been right about having the werewolf eating out of the palm of his hands.

"Also I'm mark free. The salve they use at the auction house made any scars or marks go away."

(Going with a salve that is mixed with werewolf blood to enchance the healing ability so marks like brands and tattoos are t lasting on slaves with many masters.)