I Think He’s Handling It With Grace.

I Think He's Jealous.

Catching Sight Of Himself In The Long Mirrors That Ran Along The Walls, He Stiffened In Shock...his Eyes Were Surrounded By Black Shadows, His Shirt Smeared With Dried Blood And Filthy Mud... "admiring Yourself?" The Inquisitor's Voice Cut Through His Reverie. "you Won't Look So Pretty When The Clave Gets Through With You." "you Do Seem Obsessed With My Look...could It Be That You're Attracted To Me?" "don't Be Revolting...you Could Be My Son.

Hello," Magnus Said To The Monkey. The Monkey Did Not Reply. "i Shall Call You Ragnor.

Warlock,” He Said. “i Know Who You Are.” Magnus Raised His Eyebrows. “you Do?” “magnus Bane. Destroyer Of The Demon Marabas. Son Of—” “now,” Said Magnus, Quickly. “there’s No Need To Go Into All Of That.” “but There Is.” The Demon Sounded Reasonable, Even Amused. “if It Is Infernal Assistance You Require, Why Not Summon Your Father?” Alec Looked At Magnus With His Mouth Open.

He Was The One She Was Doing All This For, But Sometimes She Missed Him So Much It Felt Like She Swallowed Broken Glass.