“Devastating?” She explodes into laughter. “Stiles, there is nothing you could possibly do to me that would be devastating.”
“Are you sure about that? Mind controlling is damn crazy, I can do so much, y’know?” he suggests, looking at her with this look in his eyes that isn’t able to be mistaken. Mischief.
She plants her hands to either side of his knees and leans into his face. “Positive. I know you,” she says. “Nothing you could do would be devastating.”
