Anyone that looked like that wouldn't need to tie up girls and imprison them in order to get them to marry him
Cassandra ClareMagnus's eyes went back to Alec. They were gold-green, as unreadable as the eyes of the cat he held on his lap. "Not my favorite topic, Smedley." "Simon", said Simon. "If I'm going to die for you all, the least you could do is remember my name.
Cassandra Clare