Clary's mother apparently reguarded him as about as sexually threatening as a goldfish.

I learned to share work with people even when it was in its rough stages without worrying that they'd be filled with scorn and hatred. After all, I can read their rough work without turning on them like a wildebeest.

He carefully maintained the blasé air of one who had been here before and had been incredibly well dressed that time too

Wait." Clary was suddenly nervous. "The melted metal-it could be, like, toxic or something." Maia snorted. "I'm from New Jersey. I born in toxic sludge.

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 yurs passes, you are not going to Idris." Clary felt as if he'd slapped her. She had thought he'd be pleased. She'd run all the way from the hospital to the Institute to tell him, and here he was standing in the entryway glaring at her with a look of grim death. "But you're going.

I hate to break it to you, but if he's interested in your highly personal areas, he probably isn't interested in your sisters.

Mortality, behold, and fear, What a change of flesh is here! Think how many royal bones Sleep within this heap of stones.