That's a terrible pun and everyone who reads it should feel a bit less worthy of living. More importantly, a minute is a long time. If you sit and count the seconds, it has far more weight than people give it. He's been off the closet door for half of the minute, leaning on the opposite wall for the rest. Part wants to just leave while Stiles is silent. A smaller part wants to stay and make sure he doesn't tell anyone, the assignment is to observe and act if necessary, getting involved with Redbright or Sylvia or anyone of that level is a bad idea.

But the kid he spoke to was a bit scatterbrained, highly annoying, and not that terrible of a person. No one should have to experience that level of horror unless it's deserved, unless it ends just as quickly when equalized - irritating and mistake-prone does not make someone guilty. It takes mentally repeating that a few times to get it to stick, and even if he's the source of that fear, leaving Stiles alone might be worse.

He thinks. Sincerity is so difficult to manage sometimes, it should've been passed to someone better. Someone who could use it without winging it entirely on intuition and silent prayers.

"You're underage." A beat here, the joke about sexuality somewhat registered and immediately tossed as 'who cares'. Then the voice is a bit more flat, "And we both know that's not why you're here."