“Though I don’t think it suits me. Daisy sounds like a pretty little girl in hair ribbons.” “Well,” he said. “You are at least one of those things.” And he smiled. It was a sweet smile, the kind she was used to from James, but there was an edge to it, a hint of something more—did he mean she was pretty, or a little girl? Or did he just mean she was a girl? What did he mean? Goodness, flirting was vexing, Cordelia thought. Wait, was James Herondale flirting with her?
