[ After the closet debacle with Itachi, he knows better now than to find a crowded, public space like this one reassuring. The bowl is tucked under his arm as he guides them through the market, similarly trying to keep an eye on Hei that’s equal parts curious and wary. ]

Bossy much? [ he remarks airily, stumbling a bit after being jostled roughly by other pedestrians. ] Pretty rude to demand my name without offering yours first.

[ Not that he actually minds. Stiles takes a moment to ensure he wasn’t pickpocketed before continuing on, this time using the trichobothria to help him avoid future collisions. ]

You can call me Stiles. And I’ve been here long enough. [ Frowning, he scrutinizes the other man in the daylight. ] Anyway, you did magic back there, right? Was it just a generic mini-light show for effect?