Clary found herself wondering if the forsaken were edible.

“Perhaps we could say she’s a mad maiden aunt who insists on chaperoning us ever…”

“He saved your life,” Clary pointed out.“Details,” said Simon dismissively.”

“Simon's band never actually produced any music. Mostly they sat around in Simon…”

“Why don't we talk about your love life? Clary countered."What about you and Ale…”