"Puh-lease." Stiles says, stretching the word out to enforce just how patently ridiculous he really finds what she said. "Who wouldn't want to ask you to prom, you're amazing. You can't tell me the guys weren't falling over themselves to ask you out at your old school, crazy dad with an arsenal in his garage to dissuade them and all."

He grins and leans in conspiratorially, arm brushing against hers as he does. "You know you were way out of Scott's league, right?" He asks with all the well meaning honesty of a guy's best friend. "And Isaac, we're not even going to talk about Isaac." Said with the grace of a guy who really really doesn't like Isaac.