[ Oh, god, this was a mistake. Logan says the word sex and Stiles immediately feels like he's getting lectured by his dad, and never has an attempt to make someone else feel uncomfortable so completely backfired on him. He wrinkles his nose up and gently places his cup back down, quietly bitter. He lost that round. ]

Okay. Wow. Got it. No making the beast with two backs under your roof. No opening the gates of Mordor. No slaying any dragons or sweeping any chimneys. No verbing the adjective nouns. Reading you loud and clear.

[ Quick salute. Moving on. ]

No whitewashing the picket fence.

[ one more. ]

No introducing any basilisks to any chambers of secrets.