“I could give you a thiught sheath to put that in,"Isabelle offered. "I got tons.""CERTAINLY NOT," said Simon.Clary shot him an irritated look. "Thanks, but I'm not really a thigh sheath kind of girl,"-pg. 214”

“He took something out of his jacket and handed it to her. It was a long thin dagger in a leather sheath. The hilt of the dagger was set with a single red stone carved in the shape of a rose. She shook her head. "I wouldn't even know how to use that--"He pressed it into her hand, curling her fingers around it. "You'd learn." He dropped his voice. "It's in your blood."She drew her hand back slowly. "All right.""I could give you a thigh sheath to put that in," Isabelle offered. "I've got tons.""CERTAINLY NOT," said Simon.”

“You wearing a thigh sheath?”“Now what would be the sense of wearing just one? I have two thighs.”

“I will give you a sheath worthy of your sword.”

“If you're really tired, I could put you to sleep," he said. "Tell you a bedtime story."She looked at him. "Are you serious?""I'm always serious”

“He wanted to give me a blade? What's wrong with that?”“Blades,” he whispered, “and sheaths go together. And your sheath will only ever hold my blade.”