Did anyone else think Alec embraced his inner Lightwood-sassines in City of Heavenly Fire, or was it just me?
“I did not make a pie. For three reasons. One, because I do not have any pie ingredients. Two, because I don’t actually know how to make a pie. And three: Because I am not your bitch.”
“There’s a Hot Silent Brothers Calendar? Do they sell it?”
“You’re pining,” said Jace. Alec shrugged. “Look who’s talking. ‘Oh, I love her. Oh, she’s my sister. Oh why, why, why.’”
“Straight people. Why can’t they control themselves?”
“WHY CAN’T YOU GO SOMEWHERE ELSE TO DO THESE HORRIBLE THINGS? MY EYES!”
“It wasn’t sexy,” he said.
“Please,” said Alec. “I can read your face like a very open, very pornographic book. I wish I couldn’t.”
“I grew on you,” Jace stated confidently. “Eventually,” Alec agreed. “Like moss, or a skin disease.”
“Sure, he likes you,” said Alec. “You’re heterosexual and have low expectations of father figures.”
“Clary says it’s pretty. I mean, I’ve seen it before, but there was a huge angel rising out of it, and that was distracting.“
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