[Moved past quickly or not, Stiles recognizes that tone. He feels it more often than he'd care to admit. He looked over at her, then down at a globe he picked up and toyed with.]

Yeah, I guess it can get a little lonely around here.

[The wolf pelt question had the corner of his mouth twitching up.]

It's, ah, a catalyst. Sort of a... a base for something. Specific.