“Nope!” She does, but she’s going to make him explain. “I am not sappy, nothing I say is sappy, I have no idea what you’re talking about. I think you’re going to have to demonstrate.”
“Maybe not now, but I’m not going to sugarcoat the fact that you’re actually just a bit wrong about that,” Stiles says, looking at her with this glint in his eye. He crosses his arms against his chest, grinning at her just slightly.
“Which? That you wouldn’t do anything devastating, or that I’m sappy? I’m not wrong about those.” She’s provoking him just as hard as she can, wanting to know where that glint is going to lead.
Nowhere, probably.
