“It's my cologne. Eau de Recent Injury." (Jace)”

“And quit baring your fangs at me. It's making me nervous.""Good," Simon said. "if you want to know why, it's because you smell like blood.""It's my cologne. Eau de Recent Injury." Jace raised his left hand.”

“Good,” Simon said. “If you want to know why, it’s because you smell like blood.” “It’s my cologne. Eau de Recent Injury.” Jace raised his left hand. It was a glove of white bandages, stained across the knuckles where blood had seeped through.”

“I don't have a reason to lie to you. Not now.' Jace's gaze remained steady. 'And quit baring your fangs at me. It's making me nervous.''Good,' Simon said. 'If you want to know why it's because you smell like blood.''It's my cologne. Eau de Recent Injury.' Jace raised his left hand. It was a glove of white bandages, stained across the knucles where blood had seeped through.”

“I crossed my arms over my chest. Jeez, it was cold in here all of a sudden. And had he always smelled this good? Was it a cologne? Eau de Christmas Pie?”

“Holy water at my wrists and behind my ears; my version of Eau de Don'tbiteme”