She grins at him fully, this time. “Didn’t you just define serious as solemn and like Derek Hale? Clearly not like me at all.” She shrugs lopsidedly. “I guess I thought you’d make me do something you wanted, not just, you know, tool me around the room. Something,” her eyes twinkle mischievously, “/serious/.”
“Yes I did, it’s the closest thing I can think of to answering your question and being witty at the same time,” he said in reply, grinning a little bit at her. He can’t help himself, it’s just something that he does, makes jokes about excessive manners. “You’re literally acting like you’re begging for me to do something devastating to you, that’s interesting.”
“Devastating?” She explodes into laughter. “Stiles, there is nothing you could possibly do to me that would be devastating.”
