“Jordan doesn't really care about the blood," Simon said now. "His whole thing is about me being comfortable with what I am. Get in touch with your inner vampire, blah, blah."Clary slid in next to him onto the bed and hugged a pillow. "Is your inner vampire different from your...outer vampire?""Definitely. He wants me to wear midriff-baring shirts and a fedora. I'm fighting it."Clary smiled faintly. "So your inner vampire is Magnus?”

“Is your inner vampire different from your...outer vampire?''Definitely. He wants me to wear midriff-baring shirts and a fedora.''So your inner vampire is Magnus?”

“Clary- "How to Come Out to Your Parents," she read out loud. "LUKE. Don't be ridiculous. Simon's not gay, he's a vampire.”

“Oh, come on," Clary said. "You're a vampire, not Spider-Man.”

“I was looking for Simon."Jordan squinted at her. "It's two in the morning."She shrugged. "He's a vampire.""But I'm not.”

“Hey, pretty thing," he said. "What's in the bag?""Holy water," said Jace, reappearing beside her as if he'd been conjured up like a genie. A sarcastic blond genie with a bad attitude."Oooh, a Shadowhunter," said the vampire. "Scary." With a wink he melted back into the crowd."Vampires are such prima donnas," Magnus sighed from the doorway. "Honestly, I don't know why I have these parties.""Because of your cat," Clary reminded him.Magnus perked up. "That's true. Chairman Meow deserves my every effort.”

“The missing stairs baffled Clary. What did vampires have against stairs?-Clary, pg.266-”