“He waved a hand at the ropes. “Do you often sleep tied to the bed?”

“My name is Herondale," the boy said cheerfully. "William Herondale, but everyone calls me Will. Is this really your room? Not very nice, is it?" He wandered toward the window, pausing to examine the stacks of books on her bedside table, and then the bed itself. He waved a hand at the ropes. "Do you often sleep tied to the bed?”

“Do you often sleep tied to the bed?”

“He carried a pipe in his left hand, and as he examined Will at his leisure, he exhaled sending a cloud of sweet-smelling, cough-induced smoke. 'Finally broke down and admitted you're in love with me, have you?'He inquired of Will. 'I do enjoy these suprise midnight declarations.' He leaned against the doorway and waved a languid ringed hand. "Go along, have at it.”

“[Jem] 'It will help you sleep.''All I’ve been doing is sleeping!' [Tessa]'And very amusing it is to watch, said Jem. 'Did you know you twitch your nose when you sleep, like a rabbit?''I do not,' she said, with a whispered laugh.'You do,' he said. 'Fortunately, I like rabbits.”

“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.”

“A picnic? It's a little late for Central Park, don't you think? It's full of-'He waved a hand. 'Faeries. I know.' 'I was going to say muggers,' said Clary. 'Though I pity the mugger who goes after you.”