[ It takes Derek a moment to even register what Stiles is going on about, but when he does, he growls a small exasperated sigh and shoves his hand over Stiles's mouth, interrupting him. ]

Shut up, Stiles. What I mean is that even being this close to me puts you in danger from any rival or challenger I might face, not to mention things worse that what you've seen running around here. You think they would leave a mortal lover alone? No. It's a weak spot.

Not to mention what others would say.

[ Almost sounds like he's been thinking about this. ]