He is taking towels from the backseat and strategically placing them around his own to make sure none of the water would seep into the car's fabric. If only the car had leather...

He sits in, carefully, and slams it shut (hard) before his head whips around to give Stiles another glare.

"It's a rental. I needed to give it back tomorrow." He turns on the car. "And you're going to pay for my dry cleaning."

Cancel your plans immediately.