"Hunting and fishing aren't manly, they're just brutality wrapped up in the guise of sport," he answered with a shrug. "And it's probably why I stick to hunting criminals instead of animals," Noah told his son with a smile, "cause at least they deserve what's coming to them." He watched Stiles think the whole thing through and grinned, "with a city this size, I'm pretty sure grisly happens all the time. We'll just see the bright side in the darkness and enjoy working the case," he said with a nod of his head. Noah couldn't help himself, he was laughing even harder at the kid's response. "Oh, I'm incredibly proud of the shit-ton of genetic fallout I've passed along," he told Stiles happily, "and I can't wait to see how it turns out. Not even slightly sorry," he told his son with a grin.
"It's our life, Stiles. As fucked up as it is, it's a good life," he said softly. "Wouldn't change it for the world," Noah gave his boy a hug. "How crazy are we talking here? Barking at the moon crazy, or just your usual brand?" he asked wanting to know what Stiles had been dealing with here. "Good job you're not or I'd have to lecture you into some sense," he said with a smirk.
A female Derek? Wow. "Okay... that sounds... and Scott's actually into this?" bad choice of words, but Noah was a little past caring.
Noah's mouth dropped open when Stiles mentioned rings and for a moment he was lost for words, which was rare indeed! As he looked at his son he felt another bubble of pride and his mouth turned up at the corners and he pulled Stiles into an bear-hug. "I couldn't be more happy for both of you," he said from the heart. "Did you find one? When are you planning to ask her? This is amazing! I'm gonna be a father-in-law... maybe a grandpa too... "