[He makes an offended face at Scott, taking out his camera and holding up to get a picture.]

I'm hilarious. [Rude. Super rude, Derek. He's going to hold that against you. Muttering to himself a little, he snaps the picture, the flash going off, then pulls it back to examine it.

Aaand naturally, it looks like there are three sets of lasers staring into his phone's camera. Stiles grumbles a werewolves under his breath, and scurries past them, flicking on the porch light in a flurry of movement before coming back.]

You guys would make this a pain in the a--butt. Werewolves don't take pictures. Noted. Now shut up and smile. [Grinning a little, he flicks off the flash and tries again.

Much better.]