[Hey, as somebody from medieval fantasy land, Jon sees nothing wrong with barely wiping a cup out and immediately drinking from it again.] Nothing, so far as I can tell, which is why it'd be stupid.
[Of course, Jon didn't see the point behind just getting your bro to relax. It was reason enough for Stiles. He took a small sip, then gestured to Jon.]
Make such demands when you aren't taking those tiny sips, yourself. [He does knock back most of the cup, though. Because he usually drinks wine boiled to death and drowning in spices, he has no appreciation for the integrity of its flavor.]
[Watching Jon belt it back like water had him eyeing the rest of his bottle.]
Hey! Pixie dudes! I'll give you a cookie if you go get some more wine!
[That was basically just yelled out since he was sure there was a handful of them in the room at any given time. Soon enough, a pixie poked its head out from behind a bookshelf, looking over at the plate of cookies, then ducking back in a flurry of whispers before three of them left to go get more wine.]
[Jon rolls his eyes and holds out his cup to be refilled.]
If there's one thing you have, Stiles, it's a big mouth. That was no mouthful.
[He glances around, though, watching the fairies disappear through the doorway.]
They really are everywhere. [He grew up with a household full of staff working quietly and constantly in nearly every room in the castle, so he'd not taken overly much notice of the fairies here until Stiles' ire threw them into such sharp relief.]
[Jon pulls a face at him, and switches his cup to his free hand so he can suck the wine off his fingers instead of letting it drip all over his clothes. A) Rude. B) Don't waste the wine, friend.]
Why's it bother you so much if they see you change? All men have the same bits, I'll wager you haven't got anything they've not seen before.
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[The answer to both questions was 'yes', but he grinned as he went rummaging through things for another cup.]
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[Success! He cleaned out the cup with his shirt, then poured some of the wine into it.]
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[Of course, Jon didn't see the point behind just getting your bro to relax. It was reason enough for Stiles. He took a small sip, then gestured to Jon.]
So prove me wrong and drink up, big man.
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[Watching Jon belt it back like water had him eyeing the rest of his bottle.]
Hey! Pixie dudes! I'll give you a cookie if you go get some more wine!
[That was basically just yelled out since he was sure there was a handful of them in the room at any given time. Soon enough, a pixie poked its head out from behind a bookshelf, looking over at the plate of cookies, then ducking back in a flurry of whispers before three of them left to go get more wine.]
More?
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If there's one thing you have, Stiles, it's a big mouth. That was no mouthful.
[He glances around, though, watching the fairies disappear through the doorway.]
They really are everywhere. [He grew up with a household full of staff working quietly and constantly in nearly every room in the castle, so he'd not taken overly much notice of the fairies here until Stiles' ire threw them into such sharp relief.]
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Are you saying I have a big mouth? That's so rude. The rudest of the rude. And after I shared my cookies with you.
[There were two more over by the cookies, lifting one up and hovering to try to take it back to wherever pixies hoarded stuff.]
You seen the imps over in the other side? Gross little dudes. I'll take these over them. Even if I still have to change under my blankets.
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Why's it bother you so much if they see you change? All men have the same bits, I'll wager you haven't got anything they've not seen before.
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[There was nothing wrong with his bits, thank you. Of that he was pretty certain.]
I don't want girls seeing me naked. Even little ones.