Isaac slid to the edge of his bed, like a cat, sitting up to look straight at Stiles.
"Is that your way of saying you don't like to party?" he asked, obviously looking the boy up and down. Isaac had never been subtle about anything and he certainly wasn't going to start now.
"And what exactly does 'party' mean to you? I mean, if I bring some hottie back to bed, are you going to freak out? I don't mind if you watch."