"I know I do," he mentioned, rolling his eyes slightly at even the mere thought of Derek thinking that he was ready to take on anything anytime soon. Flopping down on the couch next to him, Stiles couldn't help but rest his head against the older wolf's arm for a moment.
"You know I'm right, Derbear," he added with a small smirk as he glanced up at him, brushing his thumb over the other's for a moment before looking down at their hands, still amazed at how perfectly they fit together. "And it's not like I'm going to go out and look for a fight. Really, you should know me better than that."