His grin got wider when Stiles admitted he'd been worried about him, Scott couldn't help it. "I don't think any of us trust those creepy fuckers," he answered giving his forehead another swift kiss, "but thank you for caring. I took precautions, just don't ask what they were or you won't want your dinner," he teased gently.
"Hey, didn't I cook breakfast the other morning?" Scott asked with a smirk towards Stiles, "I think it's only fitting you do dinner whether you're hungry or otherwise." If he thought that was going to work as an argument he was sadly mistaken and Scott knew it! "Do I have to get all my caveman thoughts out of my mind?" he asked, seeing just how far Stiles was going to push him on this and if he'd accept just a little caveman in his life from time to time. "Hey, enough of the wolf-talk," he said with a roll of his eyes as he grabbed a plate of the chicken. "Umm, smells good," Scott dipped his finger into the sauce and tasted it. "Tastes good, too! Okay, let's have dinner and I'll take a beer," he told Stiles, "something tells me I'm going to need it.