Demon Pox. There's Always Demon Pox.

And I Don’t See How Sebastian Can Be All That Fond Of Jace, Either. He Was Horribly Jealous Of Him All His Life. He Thought Jace Was Valentine’s Favorite,” Added Clary. “not To Mention,” Magnus Noted, “that Jace Killed Him. That Would Put Anyone Off.

It Doesn't Hurt." "but My Eyes Do," Said A Coolly Amused Voice From The Doorway. Jace. He Had Come In So Quietly That Even Simon Hadn't Heard Him; Closing The Door Behind Him, He Grinned As Isabelle Pulled Simon's Shirt Down. "molesting The Vampire While He's Too Weak To Fight Back, Iz?" He Asked. "i'm Pretty Sure That Violates At Least One Of The Accords." "i'm Just Showing Him Where He Got Stabbed," Isabelle Protested, But She Scooted Back To Her Chair With A Certain Amount Of Haste.

Jace, On The Other Hand, Looked Like The Sort Of Boy Who'd Come Over To Your House And Burn It Down For Kicks.

It Was Eric's Voice Not Simon's, On The Recorded Message. “ladies, Ladies ” He Said. Though It Was The Millionth Time She’d Heard The Recording, Clary Couldn't Help Rolling Her Eyes. “if You've Reached This Message That Means Our Boy Simon Is Out Partying. But Please Don’t Fight Among Yourselves. There’s Always Enough Simon To Go Around.” There Was A Muffled Yell, Some Laughter, And Then The Long Sound Of The Beep.

And The Clave Wants To Meet Clarissa. You Know That, Jace." "the Clave Can Screw Itself." "jace," Maryse Said, Sounding Genuinely Parental For A Change. "language." "the Clave Wants A Lot Of Things," Jace Amended. "it Shouldn't Necessarily Get Them All.