"Are you saying I make you weak?" he teased softly, brushing his fingers over the black rune that slashed across the curve of Alec's neck. He loved it, the way his eye would find the lines and follow them from Alec's chest up towards his eyes which were so easy to get lost in as he watched they change colors based on the light. Magnus knew what Alec meant, though, about the difference between rigidity and strength and how the right person could help teach a heart to bend so that it wouldn't break.

The bluntness of Alec's words snapped Magnus out of his thoughts, and he looked up at him with a bemused smile. He was about to ask what it was that Alec didn't care about, but then he charged forth without any prompting. Lips parting, he started to say something but stopped himself in favor of kissing Alec firmly on the mouth, regardless of where they were and who was watching. How he had become so skilled at reading Magnus and knowing what he needed to hear, Magnus wasn't entirely sure, but he was thankful for it every day when they were able to understand each other a little better because of it. "I just want to give you everything you deserve, Alexander," he explained, feeling childish for dwelling on things like rings and runes when they were already so lucky to have so much. And Alec was right, because Magnus could and would think of something more meaningful for Alec than just the monogrammed ring he wore in the interim.

Keeping close, he stroked a hand over the side of Alec's face and smiled at him. "I'm not mad, angel" he reassured him, "Or upset. I'm just ready to be with you and only you for the rest of the night." His guilt redoubled as he thought about how his reaction must have been taken, obviously retreating into his thoughts about all the Shadowhunter signs of marriage and love that they couldn't share together. But, if he really thought about it, that was just another reason their relationship was so special.