[ Actually, she's more or less right. He couldn't wait to get out of the palace. He'd run to the infantry, and when his service was done, went to study ships, and weapons. For seven years he'd been away from home, and he'd been back less than one before he had to flee again. Funny how things work out.

You're implying I need to be old to know what I'm doing. You'd be surprised what you can get done with enough nerve, Clary.

And since you mentioned it, nothing whatsoever will sag. I'm noticeably pert, in fact.

[ He gives her a little grin. Really, Clary. He never lacks for self-confidence. It's a gift. ]