Demon Pox. There's Always Demon Pox.

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?

Goodness, My Nose Is Enormous,' She Exclaimed. 'why Didn't Anyone Tell Me?

Children Of The Nephilim," Magnus Said. "well, Well. I Don't Recall Inviting You." Isabelle Took Out Her Invitation And Waved It Like A White Flag. "i Have An Invitation. These"--she Indicated The Rest Of The Group With A Grand Wave Of Her Arm--"are My Friends." Magnus Plucked The Invitation Out Of Her Hand And Looked At It With Fastidious Distaste. "i Must Have Been Drunk," He Said. He Threw The Door Open. "come In. And Try Not To Murder Any Of My Guests." Jace Looked At Him, "even If One Of Them Spills Something On My New Shoes?" "even Then." - 219

He Looked At Her Levelly. There Was Something In His Eyes, A Sort Of Quizzical Admiration; She Wondered If It Was Simply Admiration Of Jessamine’s Looks. “no,” He Said. “no, Even Though You Are The Perfect Picture Of Jessamine, I Can See Tessa Through It Somehow As If, If I Were To Scrape Away A Layer Of Paint, There Would Be My Tessa Underneath.” “i Am Not Your Tessa Either.” The Light Sparkling In His Eyes Dimmed. “fair Enough,” He Said. “i Suppose You Are Not.

The Next Thing I Knew I Was Listening To Five People Shouting. What Was That All About, Anyway?” (luke) “nothing,” Chorused Clary, Simon, Alec, Magnus, And Jace In Surprising And Probably Never-to-be-repeated Unison. -pg.243-