In decent humour as he is for the moment, he actually snorts a laugh, shaking his head. There's a sarcastic response in the twist of his mouth that goes unsaid, a yeah, no that he's not quite at ease enough to let slip. "Figured something along those lines," he sighs, wondering if Nancy is once again to blame. After their talk, the suspicion is not nearly as loaded with venom as it could have been. Stiles is, at least, playing the part, even if he is enjoying it a bit too much.

"What do you think?"