Alec Lightwood: I need to get back to the battle. You're a warlock. Can't you, I don't know, fly me back to the boat or something? And fix my concussion while you're at it? Sorry, I know you don't have to help us out—it's a favor...
Magnus Bane: Stop. I don't do you favors, Alec. I do things for you because—well, why do you think I do them?
(Clary spills hot coffee at her hand...)
Simon Lewis: Let me see.
Clary Fairchild: It's okay. No big deal.
(Simon kisses her hand...)
Simon Lewis: All better now.
Jace Herondale: You're a Shadowhunter. You know how to deal with injuries. (He slides his stele across the table toward her.) Use it.
Clary Fairchild: No. (pushes the stele back across the table at him)
Jace Herondale: Clary...
Simon Lewis: She said she doesn't want it. Ha-ha.
Jace Herondale: Ha-ha? That's your comeback?
(Alec comes in...)
Alec Lightwood: What's going on?
Magnus Bane: We seem to be trapped in an episode of One Life to Waste. It's all very dull.
Magnus Bane: Hello, hello. Alec, my darling. Clary. And rat-boy. To what do I owe the pleasure?
Clary Fairchild: We came to see Jace. Is he all right?
Magnus Bane: I don't know. Does he normally just lie on the floor like that without moving?
Alec Lightwood: What..! (Magnus laughs) That's not funny.
Magnus Bane: You're so easy to tease. And yes, your friend is just fine. Well, except that he keeps putting all my things away and trying to clean up. Now I can't find anything. He's compulsive.
Clary Fairchild: You can rant all you want about honor and honesty and how mundanes don't have any of either, but if you were honest, you'd admit this tantrum is just because you're in love with him. It doesn't have anything to do with...
(Alec pushes Clary against the wall in anger...)
Alec Lightwood: Don't you ever... ever, say anything like that to him or I'll kill you. I swear on the Angel, I'll kill you.