Derek's cheeks burned. "I - look, I am basically going off of movies for how I'm supposed to act, here. I have no idea what I'm doing. At all. As evidenced by the fact that we are now here, in this position, in this moment." He gestured between them and sighed. "You know what, just for that, we are getting matching sweaters. They're going to be horribly ugly and itchy. I think that's tradition."
He sighed and rubbed at his temples. Between Isaac, Stiles, and the dragons, he'd have to remember to ask the healer for some potions to get rid of headaches. And that wasn't even taking into account the whole 'school potentially under attack at any moment' thing. Maybe he should ask for those to be extra strength. He nodded to Isaac and handed him the sheet. "I won't look."