"Hmm? It's because of how strong you are. When you get stronger it gets better."

"So it could maybe handle a thin box, and handcuffs should be a snap?"

"Yeah."

"Maybe we should stop talking about handcuffs. I'm not going to be able to make eye contact with him now."

"It's your own fault for bringing them up. Me and Sadde are innocent."

"I'm not innocent! I'm extremely guilty! I'm going to eye Stiles lasciviously while he handles those handcuffs, it's going to be hilarious."

"I'm innocent. Angelic. Unsullied and unspoilt by such matters." 

"You're both terrible."

Knock knock. 

"I do try."

He opens the door.

"Hey. I'm looking for your sister. About this tall, attached at the hip to tall, dark and bristly?"

"I'm an only child. Tall, dark, and bristly is in the bedroom, and so's Scott."

"...more magic? Swell. Can anyone do that, or just you?"

"This is actually what I look like without any magic," he says, leading Stiles, "but I have the Change."

"Is being a girl that appealing? I've gotten mixed reviews."

"Not much of a choice, really."

"Yeah? How does that work?"

"Hey. Are we ready to start?"

"Finally."

"Sometimes I feel like a girl, sometimes I feel like a guy, and it's rather uncomfortable to be in the wrong body when I do. And yeah, we're ready, I think." He looks at Stiles and smirks suggestively. "I heard you brought handcuffs."

He waves the handcuffs in the air. 

"So who's putting them on, you or Scott?"

"Sadde is, and he can do it himself." 

"Aw, come on, not even a blush at the innuendo?"

"I'm blushing on the inside."

Pout.