“Well I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death.”

“Keep up," said an irritable voice in her ear. It was Jace, who had dropped back to walk beside her. "I don't want to have to keep looking behind me to make sure nothing's happened to you.""So don't bother.""Last time I left you alone, a demon attacked you," he pointed out. "Well, I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death."He blinked. "There is a fine line between sarcasm and outright hostility, and you seem to have crossed it.”

“So you interrupted my date to make fun of me for still living with my parents. Couldn't you have done that on a night I didn't have a date? That's most nights, in case you're curious.”

“There was something peculiarly gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out. Of course, the aftermath was less pleasant. Once you'd told everyone you hated them and not to come after you, where exactly did you go?”

“Well, I hate to tell you this," she said, "but your friend is an asshole.""He's not my friend," said Simon. "And I couldn't agree with you more, actually."-Maia & Simon about Jace, pg.49-”

“I'm boasting of my...skills, and I would prefer to do it without interruption.”

“Well, I'm certainly not Ragnor Fell the exotic dancer.”