"Alright, horn-dog, time to get back on the leash," Scott teased as he shot Cisco a smirk of apology for his boyfriend, which was likely the only one he'd receive knowing Stiles as he did. That he couldn't wait to pounce and give Cisco the third-degree was harsh but his super-hearing had left him entirely in the loop, unlike Stiles. Scott bit down hard on his lip as Cisco tried explaining away the phone-line situation, hoping that he was managing to keep a straight face for his friend's sake.
Yeah, what could anyone possibly see in a funny, kind and considerate person like Cisco who (for some reason) could also put up with Stiles! Nope, no one could like that, right? "Cisco, I love you like a brother but you're taking self-depreciation to new and unusual levels," Scott told him with a shake of his head. Of course, Stiles didn't put it in quite such diplomatic terms, but Scott figured he'd go there and when he shot a look Scott's way he backed away a little. "Oh hell no, you're not putting this on me," he told him with a laugh, "though if you ask me, Stiles may have a point. For a change," he said stepping out of reach in case Stiles decided to punch him. "Doctor Do-good gave you his number. You like him, call him," he suggested.