[ Derek has absolutely been flirting, and he should probably stop at some point because he's going to regret every life choice he's ever made in his life if he keeps going. But Stiles is, well. While he's caught off guard, he's also receptive to it once he actually recovers. But the problem now is that they're about to be surrounded by housewives and their families and associates, all of which will latch onto the smallest thing. ] I'm surprised people didn't make fun of me more often if that's the bar we're setting for mockery.

[ He offers him an amused look as he slides out of the car, before he moves to follow suit. Bumping the door shut with his hip, he smooths his hand over his sweater again before he makes his way to meet him halfway. Part of him really wants to retreat, but it's too late now. ]

Not my first time in the trenches. [ And with that, he makes his way forward. ]