(doesn't linger to watch and soak in the jets of water being splashed at him by crude, jointed legs. pursues him until he's made it to the edge, careful to keep his distance, undeterred by the insult and even less by stiles.)

Should you persist in feeling that common courtesy is beneath you, then you may sink to the depths to find it. (waving a wet hand to indicate the river, voice projecting easily over its babbling. it is a deep, clear dark, and populated with blind creatures who seek out vibrations in their rarely disturbed cave.) But reach out to me and call me by name, Stiles, and I will welcome you back on this shore. I only want my titled respected, for it was mine to earn and it was—in part—bestowed upon me by my Lord, Nerevar Moon-and-Star.

I take great pride in it, as does my House.