She was afraid you'd freak out? Start seeing demons in the White House? - Cassandra Clare

Simon was looking at Jace as if he were both fascinating and also a little alarming. 'Did I-- did we ever-- did I bite you?' Jace touched the scar on his throat. 'I can't believe you remember that.' 'Did we... roll around on the bottom of a boat?' 'Yes, you bit me, yes, I kind of liked it, yes, let's not talk about it again,' said Jace.

I'm a warrior. I was brought up as a warrior. I didn't have toys, I had weapons. I slept with a wooden sword until I was five. My first books were medieval demonologies with illuminated pages. The first songs I learned were chants to banish demons. I know what brings me peace, and it isn't sandy beaches or chirping birds in rain forests. I want a weapon in my hand and a strategy to win." "So you're saying what brings you peace is war." "Now you get it.

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.