"Then you are one of few amongst shadowhunters. It simply means you are like diamond in the rough. A rare and beautiful thing." He was musing now. More talking to himself as his mind argued with him for his decisions to bring her into his life. Someone like her... shouldn't be passed by due to old prejudice. He couldn't even fathom her changing.
A small smile pulled at the corner of his lips. "Your sister is definitely a Lightwood. As for the blonde terror... Fabio comes to mind even though I know that means nothing to you. But I'm sure his mirror sees more action than he lets anyone else." Maybe a little cruel. He'd seen the way he looked at Clary but he didn't care. He felt an inkling of responsibility to the girl... but he knew little of her personality till the party. And he wasn't sure he liked her or not.
Sipping from his own cup, he leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. Turning the cup between his hands thoughtfully, he kept his eyes on her. It made him wonder why she would pull something like this. Why risk this? Obviously she couldn't be serious about him... not when they both knew that a serious relationship would end horribly her career as a shadowhunter.
"Dinner it is. Any preference? Where neither of us are dressed for fancy, it still might be amusing to go expensive to see the waiters and patrons flail." He grinned like a cheshire cat at the thought. Closing his eyes just a moment, he felt something flutter in his chest at the comment of already knowing the answer. Then they flicked back open at her last words. "Cat's are very picky about who they like."
Setting his tea aside, he rose to his feet and moved closer to her. Without a thought and in one fluid motion, a hand slipped under her chin as his knee settled on the sofa beside her. As he lifted her countenance to himself, he bent down and very softly kissed her lips. Chaste and sweet. Nothing overly drawn out and only tenderly lingering. As he pulled back, he smiled at her warmly. "Cats and I have a lot in common."
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A small smile pulled at the corner of his lips. "Your sister is definitely a Lightwood. As for the blonde terror... Fabio comes to mind even though I know that means nothing to you. But I'm sure his mirror sees more action than he lets anyone else." Maybe a little cruel. He'd seen the way he looked at Clary but he didn't care. He felt an inkling of responsibility to the girl... but he knew little of her personality till the party. And he wasn't sure he liked her or not.
Sipping from his own cup, he leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. Turning the cup between his hands thoughtfully, he kept his eyes on her. It made him wonder why she would pull something like this. Why risk this? Obviously she couldn't be serious about him... not when they both knew that a serious relationship would end horribly her career as a shadowhunter.
"Dinner it is. Any preference? Where neither of us are dressed for fancy, it still might be amusing to go expensive to see the waiters and patrons flail." He grinned like a cheshire cat at the thought. Closing his eyes just a moment, he felt something flutter in his chest at the comment of already knowing the answer. Then they flicked back open at her last words. "Cat's are very picky about who they like."
Setting his tea aside, he rose to his feet and moved closer to her. Without a thought and in one fluid motion, a hand slipped under her chin as his knee settled on the sofa beside her. As he lifted her countenance to himself, he bent down and very softly kissed her lips. Chaste and sweet. Nothing overly drawn out and only tenderly lingering. As he pulled back, he smiled at her warmly. "Cats and I have a lot in common."