Scott looked at him with his puppy eyes and gave a small pout, "you're going to make marks on my soul, aren't you?" he said batting his eyes a little at Stiles. To be fair he'd done that long, long ago.
He gave Stiles a look as his toes continued to nudge his balls and Scott met his eyes when he didn't say he could touch back. Well that was an invitation alright! A smirk flashed across his face and a rush of lust gave him something other than his nudged balls to think about. A small growl rasped low in his throat and he felt an overwhelming urge to protect Stiles. The claw was momentarily forgotten as he looked up, Stiles' question cutting through the rush of emotion he was feeling. "Yeah, I love you," Scott managed to say with a nod, "too soon?" Damn, maybe the booze was hitting him harder than he thought. Though that's not what this felt like. Scott let Stiles grab the glass, partly hoping that his boyfriend would drink enough to make this moment a whole lot less difficult. "I'll always share with you," he told him with a smirk, the weirdness receding a little and putting him back on a more even keel. He took back the glass and refilled it, downed a good amount and sat back.