[ His initial response is a soft hum of agreement-- because New York really was so very far away, but maybe it was good for them both in a way, he's not sure-- before he looks off to the side. It allows Stiles that second to look at him without Derek realizing the expression, the emotion that is being sent his way, because he's distracted thinking about where he wants to take Stiles first. There are, actually, quite a few places they could go to first.

But then Stiles squeezes his hand and draws his focus back to him completely, and the Roman regards him thoughtfully a second. There's a quiet relaxation to his expression, but then he just chuffs a wolfish sound of amusement before pulling him closer to him by their hands. ] Why lay around in bed playing video games when you can be here, where there's famous Roman ice cream and brownies and dark, secluded corners with someone who frequently kisses you?

[ He deadpans all of that, easily, brows raised the slightest bit. ]