"I guess she does," Derek said, smiling a little as Mariah nuzzled and moved further into Stiles' lap. Derek felt a sense of calm and belonging as he looked at the little wolf in Stiles' lap.
But the dragon head that started to scratch against his scruff didn't... well Derek appreciate that. It made Stiles laugh though so that was something. He hadn't seen his Stiles laugh in a very long time. "My face isn't a scratching post."