Scott didn't say anything when the shifter called him sir again. He really disliked being called a title. Nevermind that it was clear that he was the youngest one in the room. He wasn't anyone of importance. He was just some kid who happened to get bitten and become a werewolf. He didn't see himself as above anyone else.
"Why don't you at least eat with us?" He suggested with a warm smile before turning to Alcuin and scolding him teasingly. "And I'll have you know that at least seventy percent of what I bring home is healthy! I tried to get food from the french place but they gave me a snooty attitude because they apparently don't do to go orders. So instead I got Italian"