Will Smirked, Clearly Pleased At The Effect

Don’t Take This The Wrong Way, But You Smell Like Magnus.

Malachi Scowled. "i Don't Remember The Clave Inviting You Into The Glass City, Magnus Bane." "they Didn't," Magnus Said. "your Wards Are Down." "really?" The Consul's Voice Dripped Sarcasm. "i Hadn't Noticed." Magnus Looked Concerned. "that's Terrible. Someone Should Have Told You." He Glanced At Luke. "tell Him The Wards Are Down.

If You're Really Tired, I Could Put You To Sleep," He Said. "tell You A Bedtime Story." She Looked At Him. "are You Serious?" "i'm Always Serious

He Found Himself Wanting To Write Poetry About How Her Blue Eyes Were Like Starlight And Her Hair Like Night, Because "night" And "starlight" Rhymed, But He Had A Feeling The Poem Wouldn't Turn Out That Well.

Sometimes When She Looks At Him That Way He Finds Himself Almost Blushing; A Feeling So Strange He Almost Doesn’t Recognize It. Jace Wayland Doesn’t Blush.