"Welcome," Alec says, amused. He laughs, remembering the same thing. "You were pretty cute," he admits. "Did you make it upstairs awake long enough to actually talk to Magnus, or just end up passing out?" he teases. "There's this purple bottle that tastes like fruit juice, by the way. It's really good and I have no idea what it is."

Alec stretches out on his side, feet on the floor and weight braced on one elbow, watching Jace. "I talked to John about you."