Shaking her head a little against his chest, Dara peppered a few kisses there. It wasn't that she was worried what they thought of her; Dara didn't actually give a damn what Scott or Isaac thought of her. Isaac already hated her, she thought, for the way he'd been treated when she'd been backed into a corner, and rightfully so. Scott...well. She was mostly indifferent to Scott with the exceptions of the times when she was resentful that he was a much better Alpha than she had been. Her concern was that Stiles did care what at least one of the two of them thought and she didn't want to be the reason he was hurt by ridicule. He'd worked so hard for the packs and come so far...Dara had a sinking suspicion that he might actually be an emissary in the making. The last thing she wanted to do was drag him down from the place he'd clawed his way into deserving.

"Stiles, can we just..." she started, looking up again, finally. She opened her mouth to go on, but then there was a knock at the loft's front door. Lydia... Dara sighed heavily and dropped her head back down against him. "One minute!" she called out, frowning.