Derek watches Stiles, a small a thoughtful expression on his face. As fun as it would be, he didn't want to get Stiles aroused and agitated since he was still recovering. But he didn't want him to think that Derek didn't want him either, because damn, did he want him. So he settled for careful honesty instead. "To be honest, it wouldn't be fair for me to tell you all the things I want to do not only to you, but with you. Your hormone charged brain would just make things uncomfortable for you and there wouldn't be much that could be done about it. Well, I'm sure things could be done, but you'd probably end up in pain, so I'll just say this; you're what I think of when I wake up, and when I go to sleep and I usually have to jack off on both occasions. I've had a lot of time to think about what it would be like to be with you, and I'm damn sure going to make the most of it when I finally am, and by make the most of it, I mean to take my time and make sure you enjoy every second of it." Then he just smiles, incredibly happy in that moment just to be there with Stiles, doing absolutely nothing and still managing to be utterly content.