"I'm not noble, Magnus." If he was, he wouldn't let her sneak in. He'd do what was proper instead of selfishly wanting to keep Magnus near. But he could never tell her to stop her visits no matter what society might think of them.

"I should say that isn't true, but most times Jace doesn't think." Or if he did, no one but Jace understood what it was that went through his mind. Even bonded with the younger hunter, Alec couldn't understand his parabatai most of the time.

His blush returned as she looked down at him, suddenly wishing that he wasn't so concerned about her reputation. Every time Magnus was near, he wanted to hold her close no matter how improper that would be. Unless... she didn't mind if someone was forward. "If you were the one being forward then those tactics would be attractive."

It was tempting to follow those tactics and lean in to kiss her, but he wasn't sure if she would want that. And he'd never kissed anyone before. What if he disappointed her?

Smiling as she took his hand, he lightly brushed his fingers along unbruised skin. "Am I your favorite person, Magnus?"

Taking the steel with his free hand, he knew he should begin the iratze but he didn't want to pull away. "I don't have to, but I want to. I don't want you to be in pain. Not when I can help."