"Then I must say... I am the only smart person in this lovely society." Smiling at him softly, she twirled her fingertips in the soft black hair. "Because you are the true definition of nobility."
When he said he wouldn't let them go down into hell together, she smiled just a little. "I think I know why you're okay together. You're his brain... cause I'm sure he doesn't have one on most days." Tilting her head, she met his gaze and felt a warmth run through her. Every part of her wanted to reach out and pull him into her arms. He needed love and affection, but she didn't want to look so much like a loose woman he wouldn't want her close at all.
Laughing suddenly at the thought of Charlotte calling her ingenious, she ducked her head smiling. Only Alec would come up with something like that. Granted if Charlotte had figured out how much she was in love with the Lightwood she'd likely be proud. The head of the Institute didn't wait. She did it herself. "Taking the initiative... she would very much be impressed. But is such forward tactics attractive? That is the question." A question on he could answer.
"But if I should not come, something came up I could not let you know in time." She would do all she could to let him know regardless.
Really, she shouldn't be so happy to have his touch. The moment those fingertips brushed her cheek she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Lifting her hand, she gently caressed the back of his only to turn into his hand so her cheek pressed into his hand. "It's okay. I'm not worried about the pain. Nor would I want you to feel guilty. More so cunning like a kitten questing for attentions from her favorite person."
Staying close, she gave him a hopeful expression. Honesty was really all she had to give him. She refused to lie or to be anything but straightforward if she could. "As for my stele... yes... I have it." Moving the hand not touching his, she pulled the stele from a pocket before offering it up to him. "You don't have to, Alec..."
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When he said he wouldn't let them go down into hell together, she smiled just a little. "I think I know why you're okay together. You're his brain... cause I'm sure he doesn't have one on most days." Tilting her head, she met his gaze and felt a warmth run through her. Every part of her wanted to reach out and pull him into her arms. He needed love and affection, but she didn't want to look so much like a loose woman he wouldn't want her close at all.
Laughing suddenly at the thought of Charlotte calling her ingenious, she ducked her head smiling. Only Alec would come up with something like that. Granted if Charlotte had figured out how much she was in love with the Lightwood she'd likely be proud. The head of the Institute didn't wait. She did it herself. "Taking the initiative... she would very much be impressed. But is such forward tactics attractive? That is the question." A question on he could answer.
"But if I should not come, something came up I could not let you know in time." She would do all she could to let him know regardless.
Really, she shouldn't be so happy to have his touch. The moment those fingertips brushed her cheek she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Lifting her hand, she gently caressed the back of his only to turn into his hand so her cheek pressed into his hand. "It's okay. I'm not worried about the pain. Nor would I want you to feel guilty. More so cunning like a kitten questing for attentions from her favorite person."
Staying close, she gave him a hopeful expression. Honesty was really all she had to give him. She refused to lie or to be anything but straightforward if she could. "As for my stele... yes... I have it." Moving the hand not touching his, she pulled the stele from a pocket before offering it up to him. "You don't have to, Alec..."