And...this was why she'd prefer Scott just then, if only because he'd know exactly what that smell was and why he hadn't ever smelled it on her before. Stiles' nose wasn't as sensitive as that, which wasn't his fault at all, but there it was, all the same. "Yes you have," she replied, "it just wasn't strong enough for you to register it. It's always there, Stiles, that's just me," she explained.

The tiniest of smiles tugged at the corners of her mouth when Stiles complimented it. If she hadn't already known he was attracted to her, that would've spoken volumes in that direction. If he wasn't, it would've been a bad smell for him instead of a good one.

Dara went back to chewing her bottom lip, eyes roaming over Stiles' body, hovering probably a second or two too long over his groin before making their way back up to his face, half-lidded with desire. "Part of you already has it figured out. I can smell it on you," she admitted because if that didn't give him the idea, nothing short of ripping his clothes off and throwing him down on the bed was going to.

...God that sounded like a really good idea, actually, just then...