bowstrung

Alec knew that he’d end up taking Magnus up on that offer. The idea of walking with him sounded absolutely delightful. “That would be amazing. I’ll suggest it to her. Actually, maybe you should somehow word it so that you’re showing her some special recipe or something. If she thinks you’re trying to teach her, she may be less likely to accept.” Alec remembered the one time he’d gotten her a recipe book and she’d looked at him suspiciously. However, he’d told her there were recipe’s in there that he thought she’d like to try so that eased her suspicions. As Magnus pulled out a chair for him, his cheeks flushed a little, but he accepted the seat and sat down. “Thank you, Magnus,” Alec said with a smile. He’d never had anyone pull out a chair for him before and even though it was a small move, it felt significant to him. He got his napkin and placed it on his lap before turning his attention to his fiance. “What do you like to get here? Is there anything you’d like to recommend? I’m not picky, by the way.” He could eat anything, which was nice considering they had a whole city of food to try.

Magnus hummed as he watched Alec quietly. He really did wnjoy the time they’d been spending together. He’d certainly been gushing about Alec to Catarina and Ragnor, to which Catarina was amused and Ragnor was affectionately annoyed. He laughed softly. “If I can con Ragnor into any situation for fun, I can convince your sister to try a recipe instead of saying she can’t cook. The girl is a paragon for beauty and utility. I’ve seen those dagger heels of hers.” he mused. He really liked what he’d seen of the Lightwoods and adopted son Jace, and he hoped that what he’d seen would translate later on. He hummed appreciatively. “Of course,” he assured as Alec sat down, moving to sit across from him. HE crossed his legs and sat back a little. “I would say white wine, but you don’t look like a drinker.” he teased. “So try the tea. I usually skip appetizers.” he explained. “My favorite entree is definitely the filet mignon. But a very close second would be sea bass and chili.”

Alexander

Alec felt his cheeks warm as Magnus teased him. “Not that early,” he mumbled as he stepped inside. The loft was as extravagant as the warlock himself, though he had expected no less of him. He gave him a toothy grin and said, “In that case, I’ll make sure I’m always a little early. I never liked being late to things anyway.” If he wasn’t blushing before, he certainly was now. There was that touch and those compliments and he wasn’t sure if his heart should be beating this fast. “Thank you. Um…you do to. Look…pretty, I mean.” Pretty? Angels, he needed to shut his mouth before he embarrassed himself further. Nodding, Alec offered out an arm to him. “Is where we’re going nearby? Can we walk or should we get a taxi?” He didn’t even think to ask for a portal, because he didn’t want to appear eager for it. That and he felt it was a bit rude to ask too. “Am I allowed to know where we’re going?”

Magnus couldn’t help but smile at the slightly taller man. He slid his arm to link with Alec’s and nodded. “Thank you.” he replied, nodding as they headed out and down the stairs. “We can walk from here. And it’s a nice night.” he replied, looking around. “I like being able to walk the city at night. IT’s a good way to unwind, you know.” he offered, looking up at Alec briefly. “We’re going to a little French cafe I know. I hope that’s okay?” he asked.