"It's still there," he said softly. "Destroyed now, because of Scott actually." He didn't know all the details but he had seen it and what Scott's werewolf form had done to it. "Do you still get them often," eh asked, his voice soft, chin raised slightly to be careful about where he tread.

He watches Stiles, interested in all he was doing. Not that he didn't know about making cocoa, but he didn't know as much about Stiles as he could.

"Well, you haven't tried. How would you know," he snapped back, no heat to the words. He was definitely enjoying himself, distracting himself from the rest.