Oh. Sorry. Does Stiles not like that? Trevor keeps it going for about thirty seconds longer before it abruptly stops. The air seems to ring from the grating cacophony of get the fuck out of my way, you stupid shit that just bellowed from his beast of a pickup truck.

When Stiles slams his hand down on said truck, Trevor doesn't even flinch. He's from (the equivalent of) California. Dumb youngin's with no fear of a trip to the hospital are quite common. T decides to rev the engine, making it roar like he's about to bowl the little bastard over.

"You are an advocate for child abuse. Paws off, kiddo." Shouted at him rather calmly, all things considered.