"My Dear, we will be staying at the Hotel de Beaux Reves!" Hotel of Pleasant Dreams, the name seemed straight forward enough. Magnus had taken the location of where they would sleep into great consideration. He didn't know exactly how he knew, but he knew that Alec longed for that sense of normalcy. He would never admit it to his lover though. He wouldn't want to bother Magnus with his fickle mundane emotions. Funny how Magnus could gain such insight into Alec from the little things, but when it came to the just of his mind he felt as if he were groping in the darkness. Maybe that's how he knew he was truly in love. Love was a mystery. It was scary and terrifying, but you just didn't mind. Groping around on hands and knees in the dark? No problem.

Magnus just couldn't get over how cute it was of Alec to expect a normal air plane ride to Paris. Since Alec craved a truly mundane experience Magnus had decided on the grandest and least supernatural hotel he could find. Finding an up-scale down world haunt would've been no problem for this warlock. Magnus had friends in high places, not to mention he had spent a great deal of time in them drinking away his sorrows as he waited for Chamille's return. Finding a normal place to inhabit, now that was difficult.

He looked down at Alec and smiled. He knew Alec knew enough French to understand. He took Alec by the hand and led him to the elevator. And down 81 floors they went. "I thought a walk through the streets of Paris would be nice. Ah, if only it were midnight."

"Fantasizing about a certain movie are we, Magnus?"

"You know me so well, love. I'm just a sucker for an overused cheesy romantic cliché. I simply adore a man who can sweep me off my feet." Magnus chuckled at his own description of himself. Alec just looked down awkwardly. Even in Paris, France, Alec still found a reason to be depressed and look down. Magnus quickly lifted a finger to his boyfriend's chin. "Of course, I don't mind being the broom when it comes to you my love." Alec looked up with a sudden fierceness and asked "Have you taken anyone else here? To Paris? With you?" There was a certain vulnerability in his voice. There was something fragile and breakable underneath. Magnus sighed inwardly to himself. He was in no mood to reminisce about his past with Alec, his future. He hated moments like this. He could already predict what would happen. Alec would feel his apprehension at the topic and assume it was a big deal between Magnus and some other guy. Magnus would provide as little detail as possible. Alec would assume it a lie and things would turn cold. It was too early to ruin this trip.