Sucks to be you, Stiles. You're right.

Nancy sighs. "No- it's- well- sort of." There was no getting out of this one. Time to spin it so he wasn't quite so apt to ask questions and would just let it be.

"D'you remember that dinner? Where I offered you something to smoke? I'm a dealer. Mostly of drugs with magical properties." She hangs her head. "You happy?"