“All your Thieves are already upstairs,” she said to Cordelia with a nod, and then turned to take in Alastair with wide eyes. “Cor, who knew the Shadowhunters have been hidin’ their handsomest away until now. What’s your name, love?”
Alastair, shocked into silence for a change, let Cordelia pull him past and up the stairs. “That was—did she really—”
“Fret not,” Cordelia said with a grin. “I shall keep a weather eye out lest she assail your virtue.”