In regards to the witchlight, Magnus took a cue from Alec and said nothing about what had happened when he'd held it. There was already so much that was different about him: his cat eyes, his magic, not to mention his ethnicity and sexuality were both in a small minority compared to everyone around them. With so many reasons for people to see him as something different, something peculiar, he didn't feel comfortable with adding to the list in case it proved dangerous. Magnus knew that he liked being unique, it was obvious from his fashion choices, but not at the cost of his or Alec's safety.

Sharp words broke him from his thoughts, shattering concerns about potential problems and drawing him back to squeeze his hands around Alec's where it rested on his thigh. "Calm, my love," he said softly, stroking his thumb over the large ring on Alec's left hand, "She meant the demons, not you." Not us is implied in the words, though he doesn't speak them. Even if they are all somehow connected, it's a little easier to see the similarities between Alec and Clary thanks to the marks they shared. Even some of Alec's possessions which were being held at the police station were covered in them, and yet nothing about Magnus nor his scant possessions bore one of the strange symbols.

"We're all trying to figure it out together," he added, relaxing his hands and only just realizing they'd been covered in warm blue flames. Sighing, he slumped down in his chair and shook his hands to force the magic to dissipate. "Damn..."