Stiles wanted to get involved in the Underground, so he should be celebrating! Maybe. Or attempting to run, but it's a bit too late since a hand grabs out and shoots around his collar. Rental tux? The tux is now being used as a means to drag the obnoxious child clear out of the marquee. Everyone else is wise enough to get out of the way.

It's tempting to respond - don't worry, he'll return the tuxedo - because he knows the kid is. Well. Stupid. But to make Stiles panic properly, it's far more effective to stay stonewalled and silent as he's removed to a place completely devoid of anyone who could possibly save him, who could even hear his screams if he tried, Will's already wearing gloves there'd be no proof--

And then he gets shoved in a closet.

"Honestly, who walks up to someone and calls them out on being inhuman?" Honestly. The voice is still that enraged undertone, but it's easy to keep the door closed. Stiles does not get to see how casually he's leaning on it. Ugh, picking out glass shards, how annoying. "I'm more surprised no one else killed you first."

Oh. Right. "And if you accuse me of consorting with witches again, I'll kill ya."