Giant drawings... "You did something to the nazca lines?" He wasn't sure if he should laugh or be horrified over the idea. Since none of the things he'd read about them had ever mentioned them being damaged, horrified probably wasn't the best reaction, but the admission still made him wonder about her mental state when she was in Peru since Magnus didn't normally vandalize ancient artifacts.

"We'll work on getting him to realize that it doesn't mean he loves me less if he learns magic." Returning her grin, he began thinking of how he could convince Max to help. He already had a case of hero worship and Max was tenacious enough to convince Mal to take up lessons again.

"You're nephilim too." Alec had never wanted her to forget that. It was something he'd always reminded her of even when she was afraid of the reasons why the marks burned and when they'd later learned the truth. "I'll always come back. I love you too much not to find a way."

Pure happiness drove away thoughts of what they'd lost, leaving behind only those that were bright with love and adoration for Magnus and the new life they were sharing together. Licking softly at her lips, he let out a low whimper when she moved closer, telling himself that he had to be patient, remembering how tired she'd looked before. "Magna... do you want to...?"