"Well, yeah, probably," he admits, grinning and unashamed. Besides, how many times has him not doing something saved their lives? Exactly.

Stiles sighs into the kiss, fingers slipping just beneath the hem of his shirt to feel warm skin at his fingertips, a shiver rolling up his spine at the contact. He searches Derek's gaze to see whether or not he means that and is surprised to see he does. "Good, because a 'kid' wouldn't want to do the things to you that I do," he says, smirking a little as he pulls back when Derek does.

"Yeah, yeah I do," he says, licking his lips a little and feeling his heart quicken in his chest. Does this mean Derek's staying? For good? He could always still leave, Stiles knows that. Disappear into the night after he's left or something. But he hopes not, he really does. He hopes that Derek will stay, for a long, long time.