There was no denying that Stiles looked good; if nothing else, the bite helped in that area. But it seemed almost... wrong, to scent the wolf on the boy and Isaac couldn't help the way his nose twitched slightly.

At the sarcasm, he tilts his head to one side, amusement on his features as he forces himself not to let Stiles see how the sudden return of someone he had once considered pack effected him.

"You know what I mean." There's a growl in his voice and he stands up straighter, using the inch and a bit he had on Stiles to his advantage. "What're you doing back?"