He looked at Stiles with confusion and asked, "do I even wanna ask how you intend to brand me?"
"You know exactly what," Scott told him with a shake of his head. "Hey. Quit it, or I'm gonna tickle more than your feet. I have ball-access too, you know that, right?" He made a claw with his hand and mimed closing in on Stiles' balls as the mouth snapped open and closed. "I'm not that weird," he replied, "I mean, I love you and I admit that it's pretty damned weird, but so weird that beer ceases to work," Scott shook his head adamantly. At least the whisky was a better bet, "I don't know, as me in half an hour," Scott said with a grin.