Jace Wayland slunk like a cat down the alley behind Pandemonium, his boots not squeaking at all thanks to the soundless runes he had carved into the soles. His way was lit by his seraph blade, though he didn't need the light to see.
"Jace, hey, Jace!" There was a hoarse whisper from behind him. He didn't need to turn around to know who it was, but he did, and smiled guiltily. "Alec, old buddy! Wonderful night, isn't it?"
Alec did not look amused "No, it isn't. I don't suppose you have any particular reason for going off demon-hunting alone in the dead of night without telling Hodge or anyone else?"
Jace leaned nonchalantly on the wall and examined his nails. "No, not really. I figured you and Iz needed a little break. Especially Iz. You know, I get the feeling sometimes that she dislikes being the bait. I can't imagine why, but I do think it might work better if I was the bait for once. What demon could resist my charm?"
Alec ignored him "If you're out at night without us, you could get seriously hurt, and none of us would even notice you were gone, when you could be bleeding to death somewhere…"
Jace raised an eyebrow. "Do you doubt my ability to charm demons? I have astounding good looks you know, I can take perfectly good care of myself. And besides," he smiled "You noticed I was gone."
Alec set his jaw "Only because I was looking for you. It's our night to clean the weapons room." He looked sideways at him "But I suppose since we're already out here, we might…"
He didn't get to finish because Jace clapped him on the back and started walking to the end of the alley. "I knew there was a reason you were my parabatai"