Try me. I dare you.

[Al finally sets his pen down, turning to his phone as he leans forward, resting a forearm along the edge of his desk with a lopsided...but totally serious smile.]

Or you would just, for once this year, fling a nice, average, non-werewolf related problem at me. Like, oh...an 'F' on some test? I could handle a bad grade. Be a nice change...you'd be no less grounded, but I'd still allow visitors. And by visitors, I mean Scott.

[Not girl-shaped visitors, Stiles. Definitely not girl-shaped visitors.]