Alec did step back, knowing Stiles was bound to come in sooner or later. He seemed to be the elected go between man. Alec knew he had fallen off the radar - which should've been a lot harder in a town full of werewolves. He reached out and took the bar, smirking at the look on the boy's face. Stiles looked proud of himself. The bat was good product though. The best part was that it looked unassuming. It looked like a normal bat. He turned it over in his hand. "You didn't hit any of the bums in the hall right?" He asked. "Because they're harmless and Dante's not a cop anymore. I don't need to deal with more legal shit in this town."