"You're eating, that's your treat for now," Derek informs him, tucking the too longish bit of hair over Stiles' ear.

"We might have to get you a trim later," he says with a sigh. Upkeep was his least favorite part of owning a slave. At least in the beginning. He'd have to get him to the doctor for a full check up. Derek didn't trust the so called "doctors" at the auction houses. He'd need to take him for a haircut. To the Dentist. And shopping for new clothes. But it was a necessity.