( She feels him arrive before he speaks, something about his newfound vampirism alerting the hunter in her to his presence. Clary's already smiling as he starts, an eyebrow arching closer to the flame of her hair the more he progresses. ) That's Jace. ( Her own lips twitch at Kavinsky's comment on her boyfriend's mouth, clearly trying to hold back a laugh. ) And it's definitely not too soon. We have history. A lot of history.

( Clary knows she'd fight for the right to have this kind of moment, something helpless and happy and ridiculously youthful about a party with dancing and drinking and matching costumes. She'd die for it.

Her gaze automatically searches him out, smile turning softer. She's lovesick. It's a solid diagnosis.

But!! She's not abandoning her friends, so Kavinsky gets her attention back again almost immediately. ) How are you? How's the whole creature of the night life treating you? Have you started a rock band yet?