Derek's eyes went right to that nice little ass of his, smiling appreciatively as he admired it. He could hear the lie rolling off Stiles' tongue, his heart beat spiking for only a moment. He chuckled softly.

"I will say, you are my type," he breathed, before pulling his eyes away and running a hand over his face. He's pretty sure he's going to regret this purchase. "Now eat your sandwich before I secure you in for bed."