Why did he kiss you?" she said.
No," Jace agreed. "We don't fly. We break and enter.
You bled on the Speaking stars ...I bet there's a law somewhere about that.
Someday," Magnus said, looking at the crumpled royal person at his feet, "I must write my memoirs.
Why do you do these things to yourself? Not just what you did to the window, but the way you talked to Clary. What are you punishing yourself for? You can't help how you feel.
One finds nobility in the oddest places.