I have a fetish for damsels in distress.? ?Don't be sexist.? ?Not at all. My services are also available to gentlemen in distress. It's an equal opportunity fetish.
But-" Maia, still looking at Alec and Magnus, broke off and rasied her eyebrows. Simon turned to see what she was looking at - and stared. Alec had his arms around Magnus and was kissing him full on the mouth. Magnus, who appeared to be in a state of shock, stood frozen. Several groups of people - Shadowhunters and Downworlders alike - were staring and whispering. Glancing to the side, Simon saw the Lightwoods, their eyes widen, gaping at the display. Maryse had her hand over her mouth. Maia looked perplexed. "Wait a second," she said. "Do we all have to do that, too?
I know it's wrong - God, it's all kinds of wrong - but I just want to lie down with you and wake up with you, just once, just once ever in my life.
Is this the part where you say if I hurt her, you'll kill me?" "No" Simon said, "If you hurt Clary she's quite capable of killing you herself. Possibly with a variety of weapons.
I am a man" he told her, "and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone woman, and bring me something brown.
And now I'm looking at you,? he said, ?and you're asking me if I still want you, as if I could stop loving you. As if I would want to give up the thing that makes me stronger than anything else ever has. I never dared give much of myself to anyone before ? bits of myself to the Lightwoods, to Isabelle and Alec, but it took years to do it ? but, Clary, since the first time I saw you, I have belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me.