"Should I just call you Judge Judy now?" Scott asked as he looked Stiles in the eye, trying desperately not to laugh as the image of him in the black robe and the glasses rose into his mind unbidden, "and I now know what you're dressing up as for Halloween next year," he said with a mischievous grin.
"Here was me thinking the rose would convert you," Scott said smiling as he held Stiles for a moment longer than necessary. "Mutual teasing with breaks for occasional sex," he amended for clarity, "with a little teasing in between," and he honestly wouldn't change a bit of it. It was who they were.
"Fancy dinner first and then you'll find out the rest," he told Stiles giving his hand a tug towards the door, which he opened for his date. Cause, date. "Table for McCall," Scott told the guy at the desk who was disconcertingly dressed in a much better suit than either him or Stiles were. Still, they were the ones paying here. It took him a moment to find their reservation and then call another human to take them to the table because apparently in posh restaurants people shared the walking around.