"I would if you'd let me." It's teasingly said, with a nudge of her lips pushing his head back. She isn't interested in leaving this spot, in his warm hands, either but the temptation to go to his house is definitely putting up a good fight. Stiles' house. His bed, where he wake sup ever morning, sleeps every night. Pinch her, she must be dreaming.

Ultimately, that temptation wins her over, and she wiggles underneath his arm, getting out of his hold pretty easily. She tugs on her pants faster than she thinks she's ever done in the past (and it takes awhile, her pants are really tight). Her shirt comes next, then each shoe and -

"All done." She walks up to him and grabs a hold of his hand, tugging it like a little child. "Let's go."