[ As she’s quickly discovering for herself, Stiles really is that unmagical. The door clicks shut behind him and he nearly jumps out of his skin. Whirling around, he rips it open again just to ensure it hasn’t been locked; fortunately, it hasn’t. ]

Okay, so, I get this is your place and all, but don’t you think you could do with some fresh, warm air in here? No? Just me? Fine. [ Grudgingly, he shuts the door. ] You’re not a very good host so far, dude. Ma’am. Miss.