Stiles scoffed loudly at that. "Excuse me? Peter 'I'm a total Sociopath' Hale is less obnoxious than me?" Stiles frowned, not out of anger, but half-confusion, half-doubt. There was no way that he was more obnoxious than Peter. Peter was the most annoying. And a manipulative creep to boot. Stiles shook his head, then crossed his arms over his chest. Then a moment later, wagged his index finger at Derek. "I think you're lying. No one is more obnoxious than uncle bad touch."
Stiles met Derek's gaze for a moment and he prayed to Werewolf Jesus-- if there was such a deity-- that Derek wouldn't mention it. Stiles liked girls-- no, he loved the ladies. They were just awesome. With the pretty hair and the smiles and the body shapes. Just. Great. But guys did have their appeal, lbr. And Derek was definitely attractive. A blind person could figure that out. And yeah, he was totally maddening sometimes, but he was a good guy. Once they both god their heads out of their respective asses.
Derek made that amused sound and either called Stiles cute or that the fact he was going to make cookies cute and Stiles huffed. "Shut up. You're cute," Stiles said. Then groaned because that was the worst comeback to ever come back. He picked up one of the pillows and tossed it towards Derek, but it fell short, hitting his leg that he had the foot still on the floor.