"A talent that I'm happy to boast," he said, a part of his attention on the flames in their hands. He'd gotten better at controlling them without having to focus too much, and he liked that they would manifest at times when he and Alec were sharing an intimate moment. More than anything, he loved Alec for not being afraid of the magic, and in fact he seemed entranced by it.

Tightening the arm that was wrapped around Alec's to help support the position, no matter how ridiculous, Magnus leaned his head down to rest against Alec's. It was comfortable, and for the moment that was the most important thought on Magnus' mind. He would remind Alec of what had happened once they were home and safe from an audience, because funnily enough, it was less risky to canoodle in the teahouse than it would have been to discuss whatever it was Alec had remembered. "Of course, my love. Still, conspirational whispering or not, I have no plans on letting go of you anytime soon."