Scott pulled a face, "honestly, I have no clue. Depends whether this whisky does what I expect it to," he said. "Nice way of avoiding the question too," he told Stiles with a grin, "don't worry, I won't push." Much.
He wasn't sure where any of this was coming from but right now Scott wasn't sure he cared. Like, had he ever growled at anything before? Errm, no, but this was Stiles and... "my eyes are glowing?" Scott looked up at him with surprise, "you sure you just didn't drink too much?" he asked, desperate to play this off as 'normal' even though every fiber of his being told him it was anything but!
Stiles didn't seem to be complaining, though, and he didn't seem scared either so once he'd gotten him in his arms he carried him straight towards the bed and laid him gently down, taking a moment to lock the door before joining him. The glass and bottle were put on the bedside table and now Scott could turn his attention to his lover. "Better," Scott told him as he wrapped his arms around him protectively and kissed him. "Err..." there was that growl again and this time he didn't have a chance to hide it.