His hand claps itself on Stiles's upper arm when they very nearly take out a pair of octogenarians, audibly grunting his agitation... but taking the moment to squeeze muscle that he hadn't been allowed to properly appraise before now. And he keeps infuriatingly quiet with his judgment, too, just leaving the other to wonder when he draws his hand back.

"I don't care if you're upset. If it's something serious then I'll consider changing my mind, but if you were actually bothered by my wanting to get to work and not just being overly sardonic as is your only defense, I'd say you were acting like a little bitch." Why are his legs suddenly so much more tired.

Cue him looking over Stiles's shoulder. "... I could punch you now but this makes for good exercise, so I'll just do it another time instead."