Aren't we talking about consent like ten minutes ago? I don't consent to this, Ragnor, I do not want to have this discussion with anyone.

[ Especially not someone who was centuries older than him and likely thought of Jace as child, really.

Holy Angel, this was mortifying.

Jace did not, in fact, sit back down, and was, instead, edging towards the door and escape as subtly (or not. Fuck subtlety at this point) as he could. ]