Clary,’ Jace said again. ‘You know: short, redheaded, bad temper.

Clary,’ Jace Saïd again. ‘You know: short, redheaded, bad temper.

And next time you're planning to injure yourself to get me attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders.

You're so easy to tease. And yes, your friend is just fine. Well, except that he keeps putting all my things away and trying to clean up. Now I can't find anything. He's compulsive.

You're not going," he said as soon as she'd finished. "If I have to tie you up and sit on you until this insane whim of yours passes, you are not going to Idris." - Jace

It's a coffee cup."
She could hear the irritation in her own voice. "I know it's a coffee cup."
"I can't wait till you draw something really complicated, like the Brooklyn Bridge or a lobster. You'll probably send me a singing telegram.