"Hey, ow!" Noah teased as he rubbed his knee, "this is elder-abuse!" he told his son with a shake of his head. "Don't I know it. I'm resigned to never getting rid of you and my only hope is Scott. He'll whisk you off and I'll be freeeeeee," Noah said with enthusiasm he didn't feel. "It takes work? Do you know how much time it takes to undo all your hard work? A few seconds," he said tussling his hair once more. Yep, torturing Stiles was too much fun and Noah owned it.
Noah gave a nod of understanding and agreed, "I don't think anyone deserves to be treated like that, but at least we have an out for Cisco." He was glad Stiles had come to him first but if he hadn't chances were Noah would have invited him eventually. There was only so much he could stand seeing people go through before he had to step in. "Right. We're claiming him and making him our own," he said approvingly. "All I gotta do is switch the doors and he's good to stay as long as he needs," Noah said with a smirk. "And without those lasers, I get to prank him far easier," he told Stiles with a wiggle of his eyebrows.