Stiles definitely is not happy, though he’s not particularly sure what, exactly, he’s feeling at the moment. Running a fingertip along the rim of his coffee mug, he tries to parse what she’s telling him. Nancy deals drugs…? Wait, why does that ring false to him?

“You told me Fagin was the one who deals,” he says, eyes narrowing. As stupid and naïve as he may seem, moments like these are where Stiles' true potential shines.