"So that all the other people won't try to hump your awesome looking self," Scott answered with a low chuckle, "besides, if you get to brand me, I get to brand you! So you're free to reconsider, any time you like."
He shook his head at Stiles' reaction, "should have guessed!" When he went in for the ball-nudging he shrank into the sofa a little more. "Hey, stop that unless you're gonna follow through," Scott told him, giving his feet a tickle in rebuke for his actions. He frowned when Stiles told him the beer hadn't changed cause it definitely wasn't having it's usual relaxing effect about now. "That's weird," he said taking another drag on the bottle, like it might actually change things, "no buzz. None," Scott told him. "Nuh huh, you bought bad liquor and you need to fix it," he told him with a grin, but when he raised his feet he got up and went to the kitchen and dragged out a bottle of Noah's whisky, figuring it was bound to do the job right. When he settled himself back down and poured himself a glass he pulled Stiles' feet back into place and rested his hand on his legs, giving them gentle strokes. "Okay, I'm settled now," he told him with a sigh.