He couldn't help but start slightly as she ran a hand up his shirt, the press of cold skin against his warmer caught him by surprise. His focus had actually been on the movie, something about scary movies enthralling but his gaze shifted to Stiles and an eyebrow lifted.

"How are you so cold?" Scott murmured, shifting some so he could wrap his arm a bit better around her because it might have already found it's way around the other--but only because she had burrowed against him first.