"Are we long-lost friends, by chance?" "No, we never got along all that well. Long-lost acquaintances… — Cassandra Clare

"'You know,' Maia said. 'Catarina said you were pretty harmless--'

Malcolm looked pleased. 'Catarina said I was pretty?'"

"Jace shook his head. 'I don't care if I did just set myself on fire,' he said. 'I'm not hugging you.'

Simon sighed and dropped his arms. 'Your loss,' he said. 'If you'd gone in, I would've let you, but honestly it would have been a pity hug.'"

"Is our strategy when we actually see him still 'trust me,' by the way?"

"It's still 'trust me.'"

"Oh, good. For a second there I was worried there was going to be an actual plan with, like, steps we could follow. You know, something reassuring."