Chrysa

“No kissing?"
"Well, kissing, probably. But as for the rest of it..."
She brushed her cheek lightly against his. "It's okay with me if it's okay with you."
"Of course it's not okay with me. I'm a teenage boy. As far as I'm concerned, this is the worst thing that's happened since I found out why Magnus was banned from Peru.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“Anyway that other thing we almost did in Paris-that's probably off the table for a while.Unless you want that whole baby-I'm-on-fire-when-we kiss thing to become freakishly literal”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“It's my special magical power. I can read your mind when you're thinking dirty thoughts."
"So, ninety-five percent of the time."
She craned her head back to look up at him. "Ninety-five percent? What's the other five percent?"
"Oh, you know, the usual--demons I might kill, runes I need to learn, people who've annoyed me recently, people who've annoyed me not so recently, ducks."
"Ducks?”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls

“you know this means that what we did-what we almost did in Paris-"
"Going to the Eiffel Tower?”
― Cassandra Clare