[ Had Stiles's reception towards Peter been any different, had he been met with trepidation and a cold shoulder, then maybe Peter would've been more guarded, more hostile in return. But instead, Stiles had seemed nothing if not pleased to see him. Surprised and worried about the state of Beacon Hills, sure, but friendly nonetheless. Maybe it was a side effect of meeting outside of that town, with its history drenched in bad blood all around. Or maybe it was because even then, Peter had smelled the interest on Stiles.

But all teenagers tended to be walking hormone factories and in suffused in a constant, low level haze of desire. He hadn't thought much of it then.

Now, there was no mistaking the excitement snaking its way over Stiles, the sudden spike of interest from him caused by Peter's touch. Stiles was so wonderfully responsive. Shame that they were in public right now, but perhaps...

Well, first things first. Crooking a smile at Stiles, the groceries paid for and bagged, Peter picked up his own. ] And make the cashier go through the trouble of separating your things from mine and ringing them up again? Please.

[ His eyes caught on Stiles's hand, watching the path it took. They lingered on the pale arch of his neck before following the swing towards the groceries. Honestly, he could come up with several entertaining ways for Stiles to repay him, but really. It wasn't a big deal. ] It was my pleasure. The restaurant's nearby-- why don't you drop your groceries off at your car, and we can walk over together?

[ Unless Stiles wanted to move his car all of a block and find parking again. ]