To where Jace was taking off his clothes. The scone plate on the coffee table in front of him was empty, and he had a dreamy expression on his face-the dreamy expression of a human who had eaten faerie fruit. He had already shrugged off his long coat, and was getting to work on the buttons of his shirt.
"Jace," Alec hissed. "Jace, what are you doing?"
"It's warm in here," Jace said, in a slurred voice. Two knives hit the ground.
Across the room, several faeries began to giggle. Jace kicked off his boots and socks.
"Corny," Kaye said. "Do something. This is entirely your fault, you know. You gave him those scones."
Jace had whipped his shirt off. Kaye squinted and had to admit Corny had a point. You rarely saw a body like that outside of magazine spreads. Some people had six-packs; Jace appeared to have a twelve-pack. It didn't look humanly possible. "Could be good for business," she mused and pulled herself an espresso shot. She thought she was going to need it.
"Maybe we could get him to do it every day?" Corny said, as Jace unbuttoned his jeans. Alec attempted to stop him, but Jace moved nimbly out of his way and kicked the jeans off with a flourish.
"Don't try to stop me, Alec," said Jace. "This body has to be free."
Isabelle looked up from kissing Meliorn and her eyes widened. "Holy crap," she said. "Jace--"
Roiben, in his long black cloak, raised both his silver brows and stared after Jace, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. He looked about to ask Meliorn a question and then seemed to think better of it. Then, abruptly, he began to laugh.
"Oh, by the Angel," Alec said mournfully. "Another place we can never go to again. You'd think, in a city as big as New York ..."
Kaye noticed that the boozy Magnus the Magnificent was watching Alec with a gleam in his catlike eyes. It really was too bad Alec seemed too sunk in gloom to notice.
"We should have hung a sign on that guy," Corny said. "Imagine the advertising."