There was definitely something wrong with how much better they got along, but Derek assumed it was because they couldn't fight when he had no voice. The most he could do was leave and even that wouldn't have been much of a real fight since he wasn't pulling out any growling or barking at Stiles. He knew how threatening the sounds were and his promise to lay off of threats carried over into wolf form.

He looked up at Stiles and the pizza, finally accepting the piece he'd broken off. He ate it out of his hand, nosing at his palm after.