Alec considered himself to be anything but good at dancing. But he did almost anything for his sons. He loved them and he adored their ideas. He adored their innocence and their view of the world. They didn’t care about warlocks, vampires, werewolves, seelies or shadowhunters. Growing up with a shadowhunter father and a warlock father, an ex vampire uncle and a vampire uncle and a werewolf uncle, Alec could be sure they would be a lot more open minded than other kids. And he wanted to encourage this.
So when his son demanded for him to dance with him, who was he to refuse him? “Of course.” Alec laughed. He moved forward to reach for his hands. “But don’t tell Papa. He thinks I’m bad at dancing and we should keep him that way, right? Let’s keep this our secret!”