Alec groaned. "Jace. Wanted you for years," he stressed, managing to somehow sound both longing and a little like he was complaining at the same time. He wanted to know how Jace was so good at this already if he hadn't really done this at home either, but he couldn't focus well enough to manage, just tugged at his hair again, voice low and urgent with warning. "Jace," he said again.