“Jace laughed, that soft rich sound Clary loved so much. "I'm warning you, that jacket is sexy. The Institute could go up in sexy, sexy flames.”

“Who's Magnus?" Max inquired"He's a warlock," said Alec"A sexy, sexy warlock," Isabelle told Max."But warlocks are bad," protested Max"Exactly".”

“What happened to my clothes?""They were covered in blood and poison. Jace burned them.""Did he?" asked Clary. "Tell me, is he always really rude, or does he save that for mundanes?""Oh, he's rude to everyone," said Isabelle airily. "It's what makes him so damn sexy. That, and he's killed more demons than anyone else his age”

“This time Magnus answered it, his voice booming through the tiny entryway. "WHO DARES DISTURB MY REST?"Jace looked almost nervous. "Jace Wayland. Remember? I'm from the Clave.""Oh, yes." Magnus seemed to have perked up. "Are you the one with the blue eyes?""He means Alec," Clary said helpfully."No. My eyes are usually described as golden," Jace told the intercom. "And luminous.""Oh, you're that one." Magnus sounded disappointed. If Clary hadn't been so upset, she would have laughed. "I suppose you'd better come up.”

“Oh, he's rude to everyone," said Isabelle airily. "It's what makes him so damn sexy.”

“What do you need the phone for, Alec?” “We just need it,” Alec said impatiently. “Izzy-”“If you‘re texting Magnus to say ‘I think ur kewl,’ I‘m going to kill you.”“Who‘s Magnus?” Max inquired.“He‘s a warlock,” said Alec.“A sexy, sexy warlock,” Isabelle told Max, ignoring Alec’s look of total fury.”

“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.”