Okay, it wasn't like Scott was wrong. It wasn't like Stiles would hold out later on. Then again maybe he should with how Scott keeps wearing that smug smile of his. " I was about to say when do I keep my hands to myself when it comes to you."
Stiles had walked out of the house and gotten into the car with Scott, still wondering what the fuck his boyfriend was up to. He did notice one thing, they were leaving the city. That still didn't really give him any idea where they were going. "Yeah, well, I tried to, but you said rain check." He glanced out the window for a moment. Nope, still no clue. "And here I was hoping for a ring," he joked. "You can put it on me. I'll probably stab myself or something."