[It grinned at Stiles then, a fingertip lifting to try and touch its former host under the chin unless Stiles moved away from it.]

All of you wrongly believed the game was over, Stiles. It wasn't. Losing territories is always a part of it. But what all of you forgot was that this is my game. It always has been. It always will be. You're only players passing through.

So.

[The Nogitsune tried to get closer to Stiles, crowd into his space. One who could be either force in mating. What had that term been? It had to search through its Stiles-memories before it brought it up. Switch. Yes, that was it. A switch. It needed to see what role it could best use. Maybe anger would force it, show it which sort of relief Stiles had come out here seeking.]

Now, you can either finish that sentence you started, or I can leave you here and go find Scott. Or maybe Derek. They might be more interested in what I have to say. Since you won't be calling to warn them I'm about once more.

[That led to the Nogitsune wondering if something at the school spurred this in Stiles. If so, the others might be falling prey to it too. Oh such fun that would be.]