[Help yourself, bro. Just don't take the last one. Jerk.]

See, if you just gave all your little under-commanderlings a little pat on the head or butt or whatever you guys do on 'The Wall' and some nachos and pizza? You'd win whatever war you have out of them just wanting more of what you got. Totally true.

[He will totally fight you for the last cookie. Don't even go there.]

You never know. You'd be surprised at how easily we're manipulated. We're men. We're not that complicated.

[Stiles just looked at Jon, then grinned and shook his head, lifting a hand to clap him on the back.]

Sure you're not, buddy. Sure you're not.

[He so was.]

Me? Nah. I'm just your typical teenager. You, on the other hand... Mister sword swinging He-Man. Yeah.

[He moved a little closer to the table so he could get a look at the paw, seeing if it was working like it should on her.]

[Eww. Milky dog slobber. That gets wiped on his pants and he moves back, happy that she'll be good in no time.]

Considering I'm pretty sure you sleep with that thing? What doesn't it have to do with it?

[He just looked at Jon for a minute, then laughed.]

Dude, it's your binky.

Your security blanket. Your teddy bear. Your thing you can't not have with you or you get sad. Seriously. I've never seen you without it, even in the castle.

Jon has a binky.

[Lies, all lies.]

Fair enough. But it's still your binky. Hey, no judging. I bring my staff everywhere.

[He also called his staff Lola, so...]

[He's a teenage boy and he has a binky. DWI.]

Because it's not. It's Lola. My binky's my pillow, which I don't have here. I haven't slept well without it.

[Woe is him, Jon. Feel so bad for him now. He has no pillow.]

Lola? It's a name. A girl's name. For my staff. I mean, you gotta name your stuff, man.

[He shrugged, moving to go sit down now that the pup had finished the milk and looked to be healed up nicely.]

Better things to wish for. I've had a lot going on and a good night's sleep just hasn't really been my number one priority.

Yeah? What is it? Wait, lemme guess. Stabby? Blooddripper? Gutsplayer?

[He was chuckling as he sat down, legs stretching out as he got comfortable.]

Doesn't matter.

[He was pretty much used to crappy sleep by now.]

[Is the 'I love you' implied as well?]

Longclaw. Right. Because you stab people with it. Got it.

Hey, I don't slap fairies. I shoo the perverts. And it's not the same. It has to be my pillow.

Uh huh.

[Jon, your world was so weird and your names were weird. That's all there was to it. Clearly you needed to come home with him.]

It's mine.

[And that was all the explanation needed. It was his and it was just firm enough and just soft enough and just cool enough.]