"Then don't make me put you in there. I have other restraints I can put you in. And you'll see them eventually, I'm sure," Derek said with a small smile, looking Stiles over. The collar looks good on him. He might have to find him a different color though. Black was too dark on his skin. He needed something else. A red or a green maybe.

"If you promise to behave when we get in bed you can have your sandwich," he nods to the plate sitting on the cage, a water bottle standing next to it. Besides, while Stiles was eating he'd be able to set up the restraints for bed. He'd cuff Stiles' hands and lock his collar to the headboard, and he hoped he wouldn't have to do any more than that.