The chin kiss is unexpected and new, but Scott can't help but pull her close with one arm, grinning into it. He's not quite sure what spurred it on, but he's not complaining, either. It's hard, though, she'd be right. He's never even met Victoria, and he kind of wonders...is he the kind of progeny she'd want for a grandson? A werewolf? There's hardly anything victorious about getting into a fight with a wolf and losing.

But just hearing all that out of her warms him all over, and for a second? He's not so worried. "Allison..."

Scott leans in, cupping her cheek with his hand and pressing their foreheads together before kissing her, just softly, smiling into it. (They are in a public area, after all.)

"I think...I think the hardest part is knowing who you are, what you are...but not knowing the person you came from. Or...well, descended from, I guess, in my case. It's not a Greek-Roman thing, I think it's more of a...thing all types of people could feel, you know?"