[ Jace's lips curl up in a smirk. In all fairness, cleaning probably would relax Alec. He's exactly that kind of weird, and he's lucky it makes Jace feel fond. He snags one of the newly cleaned glasses and leans over the bar to fill it with fresh alcohol. This is obviously his way of helping. ]

You're working. That is not the definition of relaxation, and besides. This isn't even Magnus' place.

[ So chill out, brother. ]

How long does your, uh… [ He gestures, wiggling his fingers. ] …thing, last?