Rather than snap and tell Stiles to sit down, Derek simply leans forwards, elbows rested on his thighs and fingers interlaced in front of his mouth. They discussed a little of this when he first arrived and it was just the two of them, but hearing everything Stiles knows is what they really need here. It's not nearly enough, compared to the unknown history and reasoning behind the island, but it's still far more than they had upon arrival.
He hears Scott addressing Erica to the side, and something about the question and concern causes his shoulders to relax a little. His eyes stay on Stiles as he walks around, jitters on the arm of the chair, talks, but the expression on his face is due to the other two teenagers that are stationary. It's largely hidden behind his hands, a small quirk, but it's still there. He's fairly thankful that their attention is on one another or on Stiles.
"Technology and magic never mixes well," he says after a moment, eyes training on the wall across from him as he considers the information dump. A part of him is certain that he's wished for things, even unintentionally-- the jeans he and Erica are wearing showed up in his closet when he was silently lamenting over the era wear that made up the bulk of it-- but this. This is concise information that will help them avoid getting their faces charred off when wishing for something the magic set in place doesn't want them to.
"If we're here to replace these denizens, then they're either dead and gone, or held captive in the castle. There's no other place that's so highly guarded where they could be, especially not with the sheer number of fairy tale and folklore characters that've been created." Rolling his neck to crack it, he sits up a little straighter. "We're going there, of course, but that's going to take planning before we do."
You're both ridiculous.
He hears Scott addressing Erica to the side, and something about the question and concern causes his shoulders to relax a little. His eyes stay on Stiles as he walks around, jitters on the arm of the chair, talks, but the expression on his face is due to the other two teenagers that are stationary. It's largely hidden behind his hands, a small quirk, but it's still there. He's fairly thankful that their attention is on one another or on Stiles.
"Technology and magic never mixes well," he says after a moment, eyes training on the wall across from him as he considers the information dump. A part of him is certain that he's wished for things, even unintentionally-- the jeans he and Erica are wearing showed up in his closet when he was silently lamenting over the era wear that made up the bulk of it-- but this. This is concise information that will help them avoid getting their faces charred off when wishing for something the magic set in place doesn't want them to.
"If we're here to replace these denizens, then they're either dead and gone, or held captive in the castle. There's no other place that's so highly guarded where they could be, especially not with the sheer number of fairy tale and folklore characters that've been created." Rolling his neck to crack it, he sits up a little straighter. "We're going there, of course, but that's going to take planning before we do."