That was a mistake. Guessing takes as much skill as knowing, maybe more. (he's not one to brag, so he offers his understanding of things which sounds awfully similar.) Our conclusions are always based off of something.

(hei is alone for a moment as stiles returns the bowl and takes this time to look around. the city is small compared to the ones he's lived in and visited, old-fashioned buildings with open-minded people. it's a strange quality. stiles seems well-versed in the goings-on, but his curiosity is already a thorn beginning to fester. it'll have to be shut down.

when stiles returns, hei is quick to raise a dismissive hand and steps forward to avoid a large minotaur-like creature crossing through gaps in their line.) That's not for you to know. You can accept the fortune I have for you, or forget we met. It's your decision to make. (his attention trails after the beast, mind clearly fighting his acceptance of it.)

... what meat is in the mince pies?