[The spritz gives Derek time to shoot up off of the couch and dive at the Omega before he gets anywhere, tackling him out of the chair and slamming him into the ground.

There's another round of slamming the Omega's face into the wooden floor before he's out again and Derek turns, sitting on the ground next to the unconscious werewolf as he looks up at Stiles.]

I don't think I'll kill him. Because the Alphas will when they get their hands on him, which won't be long after this.

[He raises his eyebrows at Stiles.]

You were just saying that stuff to try to throw him off, right?