[ stiles grins at him; the half smile spreads up his cheeks and he gets a glint in his eyes that looks sort of mischievous. really, if it wasn't obvious by now, despite being a mythical creature of some kind of benevolence and kindness, stiles has a mischief streak about a mile wide.

(a part of him's a little sad at it, but he doesn't stay that. kiss me, he thinks, you could totally do that whenever you wanted.)

but, he'll just settle for ribbing on derek instead, tipping his head up and making a scandalized face and puts a hand on his heart. ] You? No one to kiss? No. Impossible. I'm totally in shock and awe. But who wouldn't want to give that curmudgeonly, hairy face a big fat kiss.