"Ehhhh. Maybe? Just pretty sure that sparring with you now is gonna end up in more kissing than kicking probably," he laughed as Alec proved his point, letting himself sink into the kiss, shift his body to wrap an arm around Alec, hand splaying over his lower back and rubbing a slow circle there.

"Maybe." Jace didn't know, and he wasn't going to dig too deep. As long as Alec was happy, and things seemed to be working out, well, he was learning to not tempt fate, or the City's capriciousness.

"My brain knows that. My heart mostly does too. My insecurity, however, doesn't give a damn," he told Alec wryly. He made a soft sound, stroking Alec's hair again. "Sorry I made you ever doubt whether or not you shouldhave feelings for me, sweetheart," he said.

Jace wrinkled said nose, but he was smiling too. "Not Ragnor too, like that, Angel, I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm an unruly toddler, honestly. He made me read a sex pamphlet Alec. About safe words and BDSM and consent and stuff." He hummed. "I know. We agreed. Talking and communication. Taking things slow, seeing how things develop." He smiled wryly. "Pretty sure it was a good think I'd passed out by the time you got home after the glitter whiskey. Probably would have pounced you."