[ If it was anyone but Alec Lightwood, they probably wouldn't have even heard Rafa approach. As it is, he can't be too frustrated his sneaking failed; it's proof of who this is, if the scent, and the tattoos, and that manner of dress, and that manner of stance were not enough. The truth is, Rafa would know him anywhere. It's only been a month or two since they saw each other, and it still feels like too long. There's no mistaking the thrill in his voice when he answers. ]

It is much more clean already. You should have seen it last month. Those screens? That would be easy.

[ Jessie, Rafa's umbreon, is far less restrained in her greeting. She bounds up to them, crouches, and launches herself straight at Alec's arms. He's very tall, so she'll have to bounce off his knees on the way up. She's determined to be petted, though. She's missed this one.

So has her owner. ]

You took your time, my friend.