((ooc: sorry about the late reply ;; ))

Peter hates and loves how Stiles' words make him feel at ease. He believes in them and believing is risky, it's difficult. And he never did it before.

As he towels himself too he frowns at the marks. They are not deep, barely scratched his skin, they should have been gone the moment they appeared. Yet they are there, proudly signing what just happened. It makes him wonder...

"I'm sure the beef sandwiches will do for tonight." he remarks absently, running a finger down the marks still. "And for tomorrow we'll see what the local community can offer." he adds, looking back up at Stiles.