“I guess we'd better move the trash. We can start with the Dumpster." He pointed at it, looking distinctly unenthusiastic."You'd rather face a ravening horde of demons, wouldn't you?" Clary said."At least they wouldn't be crawling with maggots. Well," he added thoughtfully, "not most of them, anyway. There was this one demon, once, that I tracked down to the sewers under Grand Central—""Don't." Clary raised a warning hand. "I'm not really in the mood right now.""That's got to be the first time a girl's ever said that to me," Jace mused."Stick with me and it won't be the last."The corner of Jace's mouth twitched. "This is hardly the time for idle banter. We have garbage to haul.”

“Jace: "I guess we better move the trash. We can start with the Dumpster," looking unenthusiastic.Clary: "You'd rather face a ravening horde of demons, wouldn't you?"Jace: "At least they wouldn't be crawling with maggots. Well, not most of them, anyway. There was this one demon, once, that I tracked down to the sewers under Grand Central--"Clary: "Don't. I'm not really in the mood right now."Jace: "That's got to be the first time a girl's ever said that to me."Clary: "Stick with me and it won't be the last.”

“Don't." Clary raised a warning hand. "I'm not really in the mood right now.""That's got to be the first time a girl's ever said that to me," Jace mused.”

“She was afraid you'd freak out? Start seeing demons in the White House?"... "There are demons in the White House?""I was kidding," said Jace. "I think."-Jace & Clary”

“It wouldn't be my move," Jace agreed. "First the candy and flowers, then the apology letters, then the ravenous demon hordes. In that order.”

“You look happy," he said to Clary. He swiveled his gaze to Jace. "And a good thing for you that she does."Jace raised an eyebrow. "Is this the part where you tell me that if I hurt her, you'll kill me?""No," said Simon, "If you hurt Clary, she's quite capable of killing you herself. Possibly with a variety of weapons."Jace looked pleased by the thought.”

“Well I'm not kissing the mundane," said Jace. "I'd rather stay down here and rot.""Forever?" said Simon. "Forever is an awfully long time."Jace raised his eyebrows, "I knew it," he said, "you want to kiss me, don't you?"Simon threw his hands up in exasperation. "Of course not but if-""I guess it's true what they say," observed Jace. "There are no straight men in the trenches.""That's atheists jackass," said Simon furiously. "There are no atheists in the trenches.”