[ as stiles lists off title after title pertaining to his intelligence, thank you, billy just lays there sprawled on his back with one foot tangled up in the sheet, silently mocking stiles by opening and closing his free hand like a lobster claw, rolling his eyes while trying not to smile. blah, blah, blah, yack, yack, yack.

billy stretches his arm backwards over his head once stiles is done and lets it drape across the pillow tucked under his head. he probably shouldn't give stiles any more fuel to throw on this fire, but - well, who cares? stiles is a giant nerd too, from what billy can tell, and it's been a little while since he's been able to just - be his true, nerdy self without someone telling him to shut up. the last time was with— well. it doesn't matter. ]

It's... less of a name thing and more of a mythology thing - Norse more than Greek or Roman, but I know a lot about those, too. You just kind of pick up some language along the way, and then that spirals into wanting to know more of it, blah blah blah, you get it. [ billy pauses, drawing his knee up to try and untangle his foot. ] ... I actually had a, um. Lord of the Rings phase in middle school?

[ he clears his throat, breathes in— ]

Quetin Eldarin. Ma quetit Eldarin? Ma hanyat ni?