"No ya don't." Mattes stretched a hand out to block the doorway, leaning so that his body became a barricade that held Clary inside their hideout.
"And why ever not, Mattes?" Clary, hands on hips, fixed him with her most cutting glare. "Tis time for the Nightwatch, and if I recall correctly, that's our job."
"Listen, Clary, you don' want 'tget involved with that right bout now," Mattes ducked his head away from her eyes, but didn't move.
"Mattias Tunstall, shut yer sarden gob and get outta my way. Are you a Dog or not?"
Mattes' head swung up at that.
"Not if it means you get hurt, Clary."
