“He wipes his hand on his shirt. What? Did I drool on you?" A little." You're a wolf. You should be used to drool." That's low.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up?''I thought you could use the rest. Besides, you were sleeping like the dead. You even drooled,' he added. 'On my shirt.'Clary‘s hand flew to her mouth. 'Sorry.''Its not often you get to see someone drool,' Jace observed. 'Especially with such total abandon. Mouth wide open and everything.”

“Hey Mason, wipe that drool off you face. If you're going to think about me naked, do it on your own time. -Rose to Mason”

“This is a team of gay dudes, isn't it?"What gave it away? The pink shirts, or half our team drooling over you?”

“Come on. Let’s go and sit down. I need to have a beer and a nervousbreakdown.”“Talk first, then breakdown. I want answers, not drool.”“You used to love my drool.”“Ha. You funny.”

“If I must drool, I may as well drool on cashmere.”