Y’know, [he begins, a dry drawl,] I’m starting to feel like a third wheel here. Do you and your bizarre self-attraction need a moment? A room? I can take a hint, don’t worry.

[The server returns, bearing Cyram’s order. Despite the fact that he didn’t request anything, the teen is given utensils to eat as well.]

You’re actually pretty flirty for a dude who must have an exhausting body count.

[Stiles tilts his head, turning the thought over in his mind with more consideration than is strictly necessary. Though he wants to keep the idea raunchy, keep it amusing, his chest tightens; just how lonely must this guy be?]