[Come on, man, you said "clothes for a guy", he assumed. Someone really hasn't learned the ass out of you and me rule yet, and his name is Stiles Stilinski.

Anyway, he hums something that sounds suspiciously like the Jeopardy theme until Blaine gets his pants.]

See, magic. Literally. I mean, you kind of have to play Russian Roulette and hope that they're actually going to fit you, but it's so much better than going around in a dress. You'll have to re-wish for them every now and then, because the quote-unquote "Rulers" are asses when it comes to their rules.

Welcome to Arcanarum. [Deadpan.]