"Oh, you know. Jace reminds me of an old boyfriend. Some guys look at you like they want sex. Jace looks at you like you've already had sex, it was great, and now you're just friends--even though you want more. Drives girls crazy. You know what I mean?"Yes, Clary thought. "No,"she said.pg. 280"
"Every time I annoy him he retreats into his No Mundanes Allowed tree house."Simon pointed at Jace."
"I thought I'd lie on the floor and writhe in pain for a while,"he grunted, "It relaxes me.""It does? Oh - you're being sarcastic. That's a good sign probably."
"No, I'm just a very naughty boy. I do all sorts of bad things. I kick kittens. I make rude gestures at nuns."
"How awfully convenient for you, regardless. And for him. He won't have to worry about you spilling his secrets.""Yeah,"Jace said. "He's terrified I'll tell everyone that he's always wanted to be a ballerina."
"Honestly, Clary, if you don't start utilizing a bit of your natural feminine superiority I just don't know what I'll do with you."