[Any planned remarks on pointlessly pedantic wording go unvoiced. Brows hiking upward, he stares at Silco—one-half amusement, one-half wariness. No one goes full-on spiel like that unless there’s some ugly history involved in the background. Stiles takes note of it, though (perhaps wisely) chooses not to pursue the discussion further at the moment; seems like it’s a sensitive subject, and he’s liable to insert his foot directly into his mouth by playing devil’s advocate (which he does, far too often). Still, his natural curiosity is starting to kick in. This man must have a colorful past.]

Someone was asking too many questions, huh? [An indelicate snort. Stiles can’t relate. Nope, no siree!] God, what were they thinking? Imagine coming here, [he gestures wildly around them,] expecting answers!

[The teen pauses. Shifts his weight. Coughs into his fist.]

Hey, so, by the way—I totally came here looking for answers. Since you’ve apparently played hero “saving” someone in my position before, wanna star in the sequel film for old time’s sake? [There’s a hint of humor to the suggestion, but it fades. Expression growing more serious, Stiles studies Silco intently.] Listen. Maybe it’s dangerous to ask questions here. If you want my opinion? It’s even more dangerous in the long run to stay ignorant. Now, there’s no way a place like this isn’t teeming with gossip about what's actually going down in Kenos. Is that something you can help me with, or am I shit outta luck?