Well Scott would totally take that under advisement and work on it. Soon. As soon as he'd had a chance to digest his chicken. "There are some gauntlets your really shouldn't throw down, Stiles, did your Dad never teach you that?" Of course he was teasing and he knew Stiles knew it too, but that didn't make it any the less fun to do.
"You're calling that Coach normal?" Scott shook his head massively and continuously until he'd almost made himself dizzy, "that guy was nuts. Even more nuts than you and that's saying something," he said with a shudder. "Do I get to brand you too?" he asked with a laugh, "I mean, so long as you don't do it on my ass - it's a really good ass - it'd be wrong to mark it!"
Scott grabbed another beer and followed Stiles into the living room and gave his butt a soft slap, "though I could probably take a few minutes off. You know, to rest after work," he told his boyfriend with a grin. "Unless you want me out there with the snowmen..." he slumped down on the sofa and looked up at Stiles with an angelic smile, "...you wouldn't do that to me, would you?"