You’re attacking that one like a wolverine.

You have ruthlessness in your bones and ice in your heart, Clarissa. Don't tell me any differently.

What's wrong, little sis? You look upset."
She could barely catch her breath. "Cracked...my...nail polish slapping your... worthless face. See?" She showed him her finger - just one of them.
"Cute" He snorted.

She managed a smile. "You're kind of pushy, you know."
He shrugged. "I have a fetish for damsels in distress."
"Don't be sexist."
"Not at all. My services are also available to gentlemen in distress. It's an equal opportunity fetish," he said, and with a flourish, offered his arm again.

For a moment she just stared, wondering if there were another girl staying here, or if Sebastian had taken to cross-dressing.

I don't care what you think. You're not my brother," Clary said. "You're a murderer."
"I really don't see how those things cancel each other out," said Sebastian.