Even though he knew that Magnus was worried, he couldn't help smiling at the kiss to his knuckles. He hadn't ruined things if Magnus was still teasing him about blushing. The magic that flowed around their hands also proved that the night hadn't been ruined. the flames were the same as the ones that accidentally appeared whenever they were together not the raging force he'd seen in the flashback or whatever it'd been that happened while he was reciting the poem. "You're the only one that makes me blush so easily."

For a moment, Alec closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of sugar that always seemed to be part of Magnus. Magic. He wasn't sure where that came from, but he knew it was right. It wasn't anything that Magnus wore Alec knew that even if occasionally stared at the different products that Magnus used with no idea what they were for.

Turning in his chair so he could curl up against Magnus' side, he smiled as he realized how ridiculous they had to look considering Alec's height. The thought eased the sharpness of the memory, letting him focus on his husband instead of the pieces of battle that had invaded his mind. Nuzzling Magnus' ear, he pressed a few discrete kisses along his jaw, careful not to be too affectionate in case there was some rule that they didn't know about. "Later. Too many people." And cameras.