“Maybe you're not his type." Michael said"Oh, now you're just being insulting.”

“You're the type who thinks of the glass as being half full, instead of half empty. "No," she said, "I'm just grateful for the glass.”

“Oh nookie in the stacks.Figures you're the type to have that fantasy, grad school and all.”

“You're flying to Chicago to get drunk and have other women shake their boobs in your face.""If it bothers you, I won't go," he said seriously."No," I kicked at the table leg. "It doesn't bother me. Maybe I'm just jealous.""Jealous? You're not the jealous type.""Maybe I want boobs shaken in my face.”

“You're screening your calls?""Why not? It saves me from conversations with idiots.""Is that an insult?" His voice dropped into a deep growl."You're not an idiot," I told him. "You're just a deadly psychopath with a god complex.(...)”

“We're not dating," Alec said again."Oh?" Magnus said. "So you're just that friendly with everybody, is that it?”