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You know what you should do

                                                          A little smirk lingered over his lips but was soon replaced but a different expression, one of determination. Jace always ended up weaseling out of situations  and distracting others with a wave of sarcastic remarks that couldn’t be listed as a form of high brow conversational tactics.

     Even when Jonathan had      been masquerading as Sebastian      Verlac, he'd been the cause for a      tightening in Jace's stomach, a      sick and twisted sense of nausea.      There was something inherently       off about the guy -- and that feeling      didn't fail to take form now, with      the significant change in expression.      Only now, Jace knew exactly why      he felt so unsettled by him -- Jonathan      Christopher Morgenstern was a      sadist, plain and simple. 

     A short, sharp laugh is forced      out from Jace's lungs in an attempt      to keep face. Truthfully, he's torn in      two; one part of him is only a touch      curious, wondering why Valentine's      legitimate son has any interest in      bonding time with the adopted. The      other half of him wants to take      measures, know that he'll never turn      up. Ever. Again. But he says none of      it, only letting an unnerving smile      twist the corners of his lips up. 

(Something Alec was never happy with, by the way.)

                            “Let’s hope push doesn’t come to shove.                                       Because I have two dollars to my name.”

The redhead rolls her eyes at Jace’s words. Truth be told, she had unknowingly set that one up for him. But did he really have to take the bait?

Of course he did. He was Jace.

                                                               ”Hilarious. Really.                                                                 But in all honestly,                                            I was thinking that maybe we should get a dog.                                                                        One day.”

     Inspired by the fact that they're      sitting at the piano, on which Jace      plays a few notes after speaking.      Also, because he just knows that      telling her that 'what kind of boyfriend      would I be if I let you pay?' is not      likely to go over well with Clary.      Actually, he really has no idea on      that front, but it's safer just to play      along. 

     He pretends to mull it over for a few      moments, accompanied by a      humming sound and everything. 

          "Let's get a dog. One day.                -- But I swear on the Angel, if                Church starts a fight with it..." 

     Jace trails off, lifting his eyes to      the ceiling with a shake of the head.      Church starts a fight with everybody,      even though it's not really a fight      so much as animal abuse if you retaliate,      so the furball always wins. Even the      most heartless of beasts would (should)      feel bad for that. Except maybe      Sebastian, but whatever. 

                                    “God, I hope not. If she is—                                           did you want to go                                         get Chinese instead?”

Clary knows Jace doesn’t like going out much, but it is worth a try.

Clary directs her attention back to the dog on her lap, running her fingertips through the fresh lead and successful smearing it.

                                        “I was thinking Jace.                                             What do you think?”

          "Chinese. Or Taki's, or even Starbucks."

     Normally he would make an evasive      comment and stay in, but Clary's      going to go with or without him, and      it's just safer if they stay together.      Even if it's daytime, it could get dark      by the time they leave, and the things      that go bump in the night will come      out at some point. 

           "Ah, well, that makes perfect sense.            I did say he's a handsome dog."

     Okay, Clary just left that one open for him.

Clary: "You were just standing there and the demon grabbed you. Admittedly you were being obnoxious to Simon"