"So... funny meeting you here," Stiles says when he scrambles up and tries to grin while he does his best to look innocent and ignore Derek behind him, still shirtless, who groans and hides his face in his hands.

"Yes, son," the Sheriff sighs and asks himself why he's surprised his kid is making out with the Beacon Hills Alpha on their living room couch, "it is funny for you to meet me here. At our house. Derek?"

"Yes? Sir."

"You're staying for dinner."