He doesn't make a fuss as he leans over to pick up the pencil from the floor, careful not to disturb one of the cats that had settled down beside him. He holds it out to her a moment later.

"Prostitute," he repeats easily enough. Nope, no shame here. It's just... normal. Like he's talking about a window cleaner or a shoe salesman. "I don't remember much. But I think they loved one another." A pause. "They knew each other before that, but they fell in love by the time I was born."

He blinks a little at Clary.

"Why shouldn't you ask?" His head shifts a little, referencing his own head with a raise of his eyebrows. "The more you ask, the more I can try to remember."