It's my motto," said Isabelle, with a sultry smile. 'Nothing less than seven inches.'
Meliorn gazed at her stonily.
'I'm talking about my heels,' she said. " It's a pun. You know? A play on-"
"Come," the faerie knight said. "The Queen will be growing impatient." He headed down the corridor without giving Isabelle a second glance.
"I forgot," Isabelle muttered as the rest of them caught up to her. " Faeries have no sense of humor."
"Oh, I wouldn't say that," said Jace. "There's a pixie night club called Hot Wings. Not," he added," that I have ever been there.

Autore: Cassandra Clare