Shadowhunters Were Brought Up To

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

He Was Wearing A Look That She Found Odd And Compelling - That Amusement That Didn’t Seem To Pass Beyond The Surface Of His Features, As He Found Everything In The World Both Infinitely Funny And Infinitely Tragic All At The Same Time.

It Doesn't Matter How Many Times You Say It. It'll Still Be True.' 'and It Doesn't Matter What You Won't Let Me Say, That'll Still Be True Too.

But The Person Who Stepped Out Of The Front Door Was Tall And Thin, With Short, Spiky Dark Hair. He Was Wearing A Gold Mesh Vest And A Pair Of Silk Pajama Pants. He Regarded Clary With Mild Interest, Puffing Gently On A Fantastically Large Pipe As He Did So. Though He Looked Nothing At All Like A Viking, He Was Instantly And Totally Familiar. Magnus Bane

My Name Is Herondale," The Boy Said Cheerfully. "william Herondale, But Everyone Calls Me Will. Is This Really Your Room? Not Very Nice, Is It?" He Wandered Toward The Window, Pausing To Examine The Stacks Of Books On Her Bedside Table, And Then The Bed Itself. He Waved A Hand At The Ropes. "do You Often Sleep Tied To The Bed?