"Yes. It is. You disobeyed me. A direct order. I told you 10 minutes and you took longer," Derek says, dropping Stiles onto the bathroom rug. "For that, next shower you get is a cold one."

Derek wasn't going to let the slave get away with this. "Now... I was nice enough to make you food. Do you think you should get it now that you've disobeyed me," he asks, tossing a towel down at Stiles from the rack.