She nods, just a little bit. Her fear is overridden by curiosity, and she leans closer to him, breathing shallow. She wants to /know/. “Please?”
He bites his bottom lip, wondering if he should permit this of her or not. He doesn’t really want to, but he finds that she’s not going to let him say no. Stiles shrugs then and lets out a deep sigh of air.
“Fine, but you asked for this.”
“Do you need me to write down my consent?” Just like that she goes back to snark and sarcasm, unimpressed with his worry. What’s the worst he could do, anyway? If anyone knows Stiles is a good guy, it’s her. She’s not concerned about what he might make her do.
