Levez-vous, monsieur le comte, vous avez de grandes choses а faire.
“I don't need imagination.” If he could have crossed his arms across his chest, Derek totally would have.
Stiles grinned back and waggled his eyebrows. “That's because you're what people imagine, buddy.” He stammered and licked his lips nervously. “I, uh, mean, that is... you know, what with the creature of the night going bump and all in the closet – not that you're in the closet, I just mean darkness and lurking and muscles and attracti- Let's just get you up and at 'em, and then to school.”
Stiles grinned back and waggled his eyebrows. “That's because you're what people imagine, buddy.” He stammered and licked his lips nervously. “I, uh, mean, that is... you know, what with the creature of the night going bump and all in the closet – not that you're in the closet, I just mean darkness and lurking and muscles and attracti- Let's just get you up and at 'em, and then to school.”