"Well, you are, I mean, I'd say you're the best breather I know," Stiles complimented, tone faux-serious like he was giving her the highest praise he could muster. While he was mostly joking, it didn't actually take all that effort, he had to admit (to himself) he was really quite smitten with Isabel, he probably would compliment her breathing, and just about everything else about her. Even though he couldn't make heads or tails of her at times, he still couldn't quite believe someone as amazing as her agreed to spend time with him.

"It's definitely a plan for the future worth keeping on the table," he nodded. It was also a relatively safe plan, it was nice to think they might get to spend their future safe behind a desk writing academic studies rather than running headfirst into danger. Though, knowing them and their friends, they'd probably still find a way to cause trouble.

He leaned slightly into the touch, unable to stop himself, enjoying the feel of her hand just resting there. It was gentle and domestic and he couldn't help but wish they had this all the time.