The kiss had him smiling and he moved to search for his boxers to pull on, along with his tshirt because hey, naked Stiles was... no.

"Slow would be nice, but I was thinking of saving that for when you weren't so... ah, needy." Meaning, 'some time post-heat when he could wine and dine her first, then take her up here for a night of sexings'.

Boxers and tshirt put on, he tiptoed over to the bathroom to get rid of the condom and clean up a bit before creeping back. Stone floors. Bare feet. Cold. He jumped back on the bed, crawling up to lay back beside her. "... So."