It's My Cologne. Eau De Recent Injury."

It Was Stupid To Hope, She Knew. But Sometimes Hope Was All You Had.

Alec Slid His Hand From Jace's Arm To His Shoulder. Magnus Cleared His Throat. Alec Dropped His Hand. Simon Grinned Into His Undrunk Coffee.

But How Do They Get Inside?" "they Fly," Jace Said, And Indicated The Upper Floors Of The Building. [...] "we Don't Fly," Clary Felt Impelled To Point Out. "no," Jace Agreed. "we Don't Fly. We Break And Enter." He Started Across The Street Toward The Hotel. "flying Sounds Like More Fun," Clary Said, Hurrying To Catch Up With Him. "right Now Everything Sounds Like More Fun.

It Was Like A Bad Movie Except He Didn’t Actually Twirl His Mustache.” -jace To Maryse About Valentine, Pg.122-

Your Trusting Idiocy Knows No Bounds