[How it loves that stress and upset in those around it. Whatever this wonderful place is, the Nogitsune doubts it will ever lack feeding. But back to its current puzzle. The boy looks to be Stiles but the way he holds himself says that is a lie. The look in his eyes alone is different. This is what the Nogitsune believes Stiles could be if the right conditions were applied, but is far from.]

I cannot say why you look like me. I have no siblings, no living relatives since my father died. They do say that everyone in the world has a doppelgänger somewhere. I am sure it's nothing to be concerned with, Sir. The Hotel is like this sometimes.

[The lies roll off its tongue easily with a polite tone, its posture relaxed compared to Thomas' stance. The Nogitsune even smiles as if a knife weren't being brandished in its direction.]

I am sorry, but I don't understand, Sir. What exactly is a 'crank'?