[ He knocks, polite as ever, and smile softly to the Warlock. ] " Hey. Got a minute? "
Well, well. Look who it was, Alec Lightwood, the Warlock thought to himself, a smirk curling his lips. “Oh, sure. Why not? I have a few minutes to spare for the pathetic Shadowhunters of the world,” he smiled, as if he didn’t just insult him.










