Alec Lightwood: This place is full of Downworlders. You know that. I think you should try to keep the details of our investigation secret.
Izzy Lightwood: Investigation? Now we're detectives? Maybe we should all have code names.
Jace Herondale: Good idea, I shall be Baron Hotschaft Von Hugenstein.
(Alec spits out water that he's been drinking)
(There is a statue of an angel holding a cup and on the base there is an inscription: 1234 - NEPHILIM: FACILIS DESCENSUS AVERNO.)
Clary Fairchild: Is that meant to be the Mortal Cup?
Jace Herondale (nods): And that's the motto of the Nephilim, the Shadowhunters, there on the base.
Clary Fairchild: What does it mean?
Jace Herondale: It means "Shadowhunters: Looking Better in Black Than the Widows of our Enemies Since 1234."
Brother Jeremiah: It means... "The descent into Hell is easy."
Clary Fairchild: Nice and cheery.
Clary Fairchild: Does Isabelle always make dinner for you?
Jace Herondale: No, thank God. Most of the time the Lightwoods are here and Maryse, that's Isabelle's mother, she cooks for us. She's an amazing cook.
Clary Fairchild: Then how come she never taught Isabelle?
Jace Herondale: Because, it's only been recently that women have been Shadowhunters along with men. I mean, there have always been women in the Clave—mastering the runes, creating weaponry, teaching the Killing Arts—but only a few were warriors, ones with exceptional abilities. They had to fight to be trained. Maryse was a part of the first generation of Clave women who were trained as a matter of course—and I think she never taught Isabelle how to cook because she was afraid that if she did, Isabelle would be relegated to the kitchen permanently.
Clary Fairchild: Would she have been?
Jace Herondale: Not Isabelle. She's one of the best Shadowhunters I've ever known.
Jace Herondale: You'll be the first mundane who has ever been inside the Institute.
Simon Lewis: Probably the smell keeps the rest of them away.
Clary Fairchild (to Jace): Ignore him. He always says exactly what comes into his head. No filters.
Simon Lewis: Filters are for cigarettes and coffee. Two things I could use right now, incidentally.
Clary Fairchild: He's a Shadowhunter.
Jace Herondale: A demon hunter. I kill demons. It's not that complicated, really.
Simon Lewis (to Clary): For real?
Clary Fairchild: For real.
Simon Lewis: And there are vampires, too? Werewolves, warlocks, all that stuff?
Clary Fairchild: So I hear.
Simon Lewis (to Jace): And you kill them, too?
Jace Herondale: Only when they've been naughty.
Simon Lewis: That is so awesome.
Jace Herondale: Awesome?
Simon Lewis: Totally. It's like Dungeons and Dragons, but real.
Clary Fairchild: You may be the only guy my age I've ever met who knows what bergamot is, much less that it's in Earl Grey tea.
Jace Herondale: Yes, well, I'm not like other guys. Besides, at the Institute we have to take classes in basic medicinal uses for plants. It's required.
Clary Fairchild: I figured all your classes were stuff like Slaughter 101 and Beheading for Beginners.
Jace Herondale: Very funny, Fray.