"Naturally." Peter agrees lightly, glancing toward Stiles for a moment. "But I'm never good with patience." he adds quietly. Of course he can wait, until it's necessary, but he never liked to be patient, especially so close to the goal.

He waits for Stiles to just stroke his hand down his back, partly to warm him up.

"Anything you can sense?" he asks quietly. "It's not full moon, but the sea is magical itself." he chuckles, only half joking. "Maybe you can also pick up something."