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Being called a creep wasn’t anything unusual, he’d heard versions of it for years. He’d even made a practice of being creepy. Of being the person that had the hairs on the back of your neck standing up, the one that had you wanting to look over your shoulder even if they were standing in front of you.
He was also the person that the supernatural came to if something or some being had to disappear. Whether that was living, dead or anything else in between. Though there had to be a good reason. He did have some standards, though not many, he wasn’t a killer for hire.
So being called a creep shouldn’t bother him, but for some reason it was. Which wasn’t something he understood and was a vulnerability he would have to get rid of. Given his stated preference for Stiles over Scott, having Stiles bitten wouldn’t actually be an issue, after all more than one wolf owed him a favour.
Except, said statement had been made in Derek’s hearing, and the resultant threat had made him very proud.
There was always the making Stiles fall for him trick, but given the age gap, that felt creepy even to him. Playing nice was out, as they all knew he wasn’t. Murder was off the table, there was no reason for it.
Come to think of it, teaching Stiles to be a left hand would solve the problem and could be fun. While he might have just a few too morals for it at the moment, it wouldn’t be difficult to slowly strip them away. What’s one moral for the better good? And after all, once one goes, the rest quickly follow.
Stiles raising the hairs on the back of someone’s neck would be more than amusing. They wouldn’t know what had hit them.
Problem solved.