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[ Jace actually rolls his eyes at that, snorting in amusement at the idea. ]

Of course not. That self-sacrificing idiot. He's living with Bane in my world, you know? They're practically engaged at this point, really. I'm not surprised they gravitated towards each other here, either.

They're together in mine too, but that's not the topic at hand.

[ although it is very nice to know those two do get together in both worlds. ]

Since we've established neither the demon blood nor the attraction to men is an issue, then I believe by process of elimination, the problem does not lie with you, but with the Nephilim.

Sure. If the universe operated on logic alone. Besides. Most Downworlders only have half demon-blood. I've got no idea what Valentine's experiments did to the composition of mine.

[ He sighs, face twisting into a rueful grimace. ]

The Nephilim are probably part of it. Doesn't mean they've got it entirely wrong.

[ It's a grudging admission. Honestly, Jace is pretty sure that even by Duplicity standards, he's probably pretty twisted. But he really hasn't been here long enough to know how wrong he is. ]

Would you like to find out? A blood sample and a spell and I could tell you how much of your blood is demon blood.

[ He does not actually remember how much demon blood the Jace from his world was given. He thinks none? Ithuriel was involved, and he's relatively sure the one raised with demon blood was the other child, Sebastian or Jonathan.

Either way, Ragnor doesn't like the assumption that demon blood necessarily corrupts. ]

[ Jace blinks and something like desperate, terrible hope flickers over his expression before it gets overridden by fear. Because what if the answer is worse than he already expects.

It wouldn't be. He's actually heavily angel-blooded, but he doesn't know that, and it would bring up so many more questions for him. ]

That's... probably not a good idea.

[ He isn't sure he wants to know just how bad it is. ]

Sorry. I sound like an asshole, probably.

I don't fault you for not wanting to know. But I don't think you should make any decisions based on anything Morgenstern said.

[ The man's been dead for years now and Ragnor still has nothing but contempt for him. ]

If anything affected your personality, it was him being a psychopath, not whatever he got up to before you were born.

Because he’s a liar. I know. I just... he’s got no reason to lie about this. Especially after going to such lengths to make me think my father was dead.

[Oh Valentine has reason after reason, but he DID raise Jace and he knows where all his buttons and insecurities lay. He had weeks, months before Jace arrived in Dup to amp the boy up to the edge.

Jace’s smile doesn’t reach his eyes. ]

Yeah. And being related to him doesn’t help either, I’m sure.

How much have you told Alec and Magnus?

[ He has every intention of updating Magnus whether Jace likes it or not, but it's probably healthier if Jace explains matters to Alec himself. ]

About being Valentine’s son, and demon blooded? All of it. About the... sex stuff? Just. A little of it. It’s not exactly the kind of conversation I’ve ever had with either of them.

[ Jace shrugs uncomfortably. ]

Alec knows most of the things about, uh, growing up with my father. He’s the first person who made me realize his methods weren’t... the usual.

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You Nephilim are so repressed.

[ Ragnor isn't very sure of how to help. He doubts he can even start addressing all of Jace's issues in one conversation, especially when the boy's already on edge. ]

No one will judge your kinks here.

[ Jace snorted an amused sound but doesn't argue the point. He can't really. Of course he can't. ]

The Law is the Law is the blah, blah, blah?

[ Jace tries for funny, but it kind of falls flat. ]

Yeah. Magnus and Alec said the same, but I kind of have a hard time believing it. Some of them are... out there. It wouldn't be a thing really, but Alec said the city has a way of outing your secrets, so. I feel like there's a countdown clock over my head.

Do you need a conversation on good BDSM etiquette? Do you know safe words?

[ THAT is a conversation he can tackle right now. Much easier than trying to entangle the mess that is Valentine's everything. ]

[ Jace blinks at the sudden change in conversation and then looks both confused and vaguely horrified at the idea. ]

BD-What etiquette? Safe words for what? Ragnor, there are words coming out of your mouth but they make no sense.

[ Sweet summer child. Poor, poor Ragnor. ]

Do you know how to have safe sex?

[ Even as he asks, Ragnor is sure he doesn't. ]

... hell, will I need charts?

[ Jace's eyes go very wide and he almost starts to stutter before he gets himself to calm down. ]

Angel, Ragnor, I know about condoms, Robert Lightwood gave me this talk when I was fourteen!

[ He'd tried anyways, and then Maryse had given him the actual non-stammering, factual version later. ]

No! No charts. We don't need charts. We don't have to talk about this. Like, at all. Good! I'm good!

I can't let a traumatized Nephilim out in this bloody city without at least the basics.

[ this will hurt you more than it hurts him, Jace. ]

BDSM stands for bondage and sadomasochism, the terms Dominant and Submissive are also part of it.

[ Jace's eyes go a little wider when he realizes that Ragnor is determined to do this, and Jace is just as determined to NOT. He jumps up from where he'd been sitting and starts to edge around the couch to get out of the room. ]

Ragnor. Really. I appreciate the thought. I do. I just... I really don't need get a lesson in this BD..... Sadomasochism, oh for fuck's...

[ He REALLY didn't want to hear about this. He had a feeling way too many things he thought about were going to come up in this. ]

Sit back down.

[ He's conjuring up one of those terrible pamphlets the city gives out sometimes and then using magic to turn it into an actual informative pamphlet, outlining safe word use and communication and adding a chart with the differences between BDSM and abuse. ]

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. ]

[ it doesn't take him long to alter the pamphlet, and when he's done, he spells it so it flies directly into Jace's face. ]

[ Well that was fucking RUDE, Ragnor, but is was effective, because it more or less knocks Jace back on his ass onto the couch while he tries to claw the offending pamphlet off of his face. ]

Angel, Ragnor. Why!? I thought you LIKED me!

I do. There at least three ghosts that would haunt me if I let you out in the city uninformed. Promise you will read that and I'll let you go.

[ LOOK, A MIDDLE GROUND!! ]

[ Jace finally manages to get the thing off his face and just a glance at it is enough for his face to flame a bright red and make him want to fling the thing away. However, he doesn't trust that Ragnor won't permanently attach it to him in some way if he doesn't agree. ]

I promise. I swear by the Angel, I will absolutely read it if you do not make me talk about it!

All right. You can ask if you have questions, but I will not bring it up.

[ that's... half a problem solved, maybe. ]

[ Jace was pretty sure he would rather cut off a leg than ask questions at this point, but if it means he gets to escape, he would agree to almost anything. ]

Yes. Absolutely. Of course. Can I run away now?

[ He tries to not whine the last sentence, but he fails utterly. ]

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