Dara's eyes flashed blue and it took a conscious effort for her to appreciate that he was looking out for her, not stalling for the sake of wiggling out of the situation.

"Yes, Stiles, if I didn't want you, I wouldn't be able to stand the smell of you right now, so are you going to help me or do I need to call Mr. Plan B or Mr. Plan C?" She rubbed her hand against the front of Stiles'pants for encouragement. "All of the things you've ever wanted to do to me, even the dirtiest, most secret thing? I want it, too. Right now,"