"Sometimes," he admits with surprising seriousness, but it quickly drops when he adds "But then I think, what would they all do without me? Probably starve and die and horribly embarrass themselves, so I know it's my duty to stay," he gives a mock long-suffering sigh "the struggle is real." Stiles didn't really like to do serious when irreverence was right there, begging to be used, but at the same time the old adage of 'many a true word is spoken in jest' rung particularly true with him.

"I think I know a good place," he said after a moment's thought "It's a bit far but it's perfect." the place he was thinking was a little way out of town, he chose it for two reasons. One; it might satisfy, at least partially, her need to get away, it might at least feel like they were going further afield, even if they weren't, and two, he was genuinely curious if the way she treated him would get any less incomprehensible if they were away from people who knew them, if it was just the two of them alone and away from anybody who might recognise them. But mostly that getting away thing.