I played baseball and basketball in high school, in between watching Star Wars and Star Trek while trying to decide where my heart lie. [ Leaning a shoulder against the door once they rise to the porch, he angles his head a little to look more at Stiles than at where their focus is supposed to be. His attention has always been immediately drawn to Stiles, regardless of situation, so of course he gets it now. Especially when they're in the midst of flirting.

The corners of his mouth curl downwards even more, and he gently knocks his hip into Stiles' as he hears the occupants of the house light up with the ringing of the doorbell.

Stiles looks good, his hair ruffled and clothes fitting, flattering. Of course his eyes stay on him even as the door starts to open. ] May the Force be with you.

[ And then he straightens up, smiling charmingly at the housewife that opens the door. Obligingly, he lets her pull him in by his forearms, ducking to let her kiss his cheeks above his beard. ] Mrs. Johnson, good to see you.

[ And let the night begin. ]