Dara was actually surprised when Stiles did turn off the damn television and the silence he was hearing in the wake of it was filled with his heartbeat for her. He was right there and he was coming closer and—

She wasn't subtle about the deep scenting she was doing with the air around them and she was wetting her lips again, catching her bottom one between her teeth while her chest started to heave with shallow, rapid breaths.

"We don't," she replied and her voice was low and wanton again in spite of herself. She could feel her skin warming and the hairs on her arms starting to stand on end. "...Stiles, you should probably leave..." she gasped, the words tumbling out before she could decide whether she actually wanted him to stay or go. She was leaning toward the former.