[Isaac has to shuffle aside as Stiles all but forces his way inside, and that's bound to get a lot of good points there, man. So, with no real option other than grabbing him by the collar and turning him right back out onto the doorstep, Isaac turns to face Stiles, closing the door and leaning back against it, his arms folded in front of his chest. No way out now, dude. Hope you thought this one through.]
You mean the 'talk' where you interrogate me on everything that's happened the last few weeks?
[Eyebrow raise. He doesn't appreciate being used for information, Stiles, especially when he knows without a shadow of a doubt that you wouldn't be here unless you wanted something from him.]
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You mean the 'talk' where you interrogate me on everything that's happened the last few weeks?
[Eyebrow raise. He doesn't appreciate being used for information, Stiles, especially when he knows without a shadow of a doubt that you wouldn't be here unless you wanted something from him.]