#byscuit

green eyes immediately take in clary's boots and give her an approving nod of his head. they were, indeed, stylish. though perhaps not his style.

"don't you worry, biscuit, i'm here to help in any way i can."

brows raise, hoping beyond hope that clary hears the innuendo in that sentence. lips curve upwards into a grin as he laughs. "well i can think of at least one thing."

"we should probably put a stop to it then," says dom, fake american accent shining through. honestly the real jace should thank him for playing the part so well, if they were to ever meet.

"i can't imagine this will end well for that child." he pauses, pursing his lips because although he wouldn't get into trouble for messing around in this affair, the real jace might. he looks down at clary for a few minutes, trying to decide what kind of man jace probably was. he knew what his family would tell him to do.

"c'mon, lets sneak the child out of here, we can deal with the consequences later." if jace were half as good as the people around him seemed to think, then dom knew he was making the right call.

"perhaps," the harbinger answers the young shadowhunter. "but all the best things are." though it wasn't as if he had any plans to submit to any queen or other form of authority. he had been independent of those things for so long, he couldn't imagine going back.

"but perhaps i should throw a party in favor of this new queen," says he. the trickster god's parties were infamous among other immortals. cheshire grin lights up his face as he pulls a red enveloped invite almost out of thin air and offers it to her. because of course he had already planned said party. "for you, little shadowhunter. bring whoever you wish, lets see if the nephilim are half as fun at parties as the rest of us."

this isn’t the first time that benjamin dominic summers has been hailed down by someone who thought his name was jace. there had been several other times since coming to new york that it had happened. at first, he’d thought it was a strange american custom he’d just never heard of it, but then it became obvious that he was getting mistaken for someone else. sometimes he went with it because he was awkward when it came to talking to people and these people also seemed to do a similar job to his anyway.  ( sure he knew who the shadowhunters were, the council complained about the clave all the time. )