Stiles' breath shoots in with a gulp, his eyes widening even more in the wake of all that shaking - Jesus, she's pissed, and all because, what? She thinks he's fae?

"Wh-what kind of - " Stiles swallows again, lets out a nervous laugh. "You think I'm a- like a mythical creat- Oh, good Lord, what the hell is that?" he punctuates as the moth starts to free itself from her hair.

He's gonna die. He's gonna die here and he never even got laid. "I'm not fae! I'm not anything! I'm just a stupid lousy human with stupid lousy nothing! I swear to fucking God, I'm not anything!"