Stiles was not used to girls flirting with him. He'd pined after Lydia for so long he hadn't really paid attention to girls other than her for the longest time. And by the time he realised they were destined to be just really good friends and nothing more, he'd hooked up with Malia. Things changed, he and Malia broke up. He actually dated Lydia. But he still didn't really notice other girls. He had no reason to.
"Harmless, maybe. But they're still creepy," he said. The blush was fading, but he was still a little flushed. "We have werewolves and stuff back home, but nothing like the angels." He really didn't know what to make of them. Or some of the other things in this town.