Stiles when you proved that you could handle yourself.

The hunter groaned as he hit the floor, you crossed your arms over your chest as you turned to face your boyfriend, an eyebrow raised. Stiles blinked a couple of times before opening and closing his mouth, lost for words.

"Don't come, you'll get hurt." You mimicked his voice and rolling your eyes, "'You can't handle yourself.' I can't handle myself my arse." You added, walking past him.

"Okay first of all." Stiles almost shouted while jogging to keep up with you, "I don't sound like that, and second, since when could you do that?" He asked, waving his arms around like a windmill. 

"You do sound like that and you're forgetting that I'm a werewolf now, super strength." You grinned, Stiles grumbled.

"Werewolf, show off wolf." He muttered; you grinned, flashed your golden eyes at him and growled. Stiles jumped about a foot into the air before kissing your cheek and running off, causing you to laugh.