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“At this point, a faerie woman came twirling through. She had leaves in her updo and was swathed in ribbons and ivy and not much else. She tripped on a trailing line of ivy and Alec caught her.
“Good reflexes!� she said brightly. “Also great arms. Would you be interested in a night of tumultuous forbidden passion, with an option to extend to seven years?�
“Um, I am gay,� Alec said.
He was not used to saying that casually, to any random person. It was strange to say it, and feel both relief and a shadow of his old fear, twined together.
Of course, the declaration might not mean much to faeries. The faerie woman accepted it with a shrug, then looked over at Raphael and lit up.
Something about the leather jacket or the scowl seemed to appeal to her strongly.
“How about you, Vampire Without a Cause?�
“I’m not gay,� said Raphael. “I’m not straight. I’m not interested.�
“Your sexuality is ‘not interested�?� Alec asked curiously.
Raphael said, “That’s right.�
The faerie thought for a moment, then ventured, “I can also assume the appearance of a tree!�
“I didn’t say, ‘not interested unless you’re a tree.’ �
“Wait,� said the faerie suddenly. “I recognize you. You’re Raphael Santiago! I’ve heard of you.�
Raphael made a gesture of dismissal. “Have you heard I like it when people go away?�
“You were one of the heroes in the Downworlder victory over Valentine.�
“He was one of the heroes of the Downworlder and Shadowhunter alliance, which led to the victory,� Alec said.
Raphael stopped looking annoyed and began to look nastily amused.
“Oh, did the Shadowhunters help a little?� he asked.
“You were there!� said Alec.
“Can I have your autograph, Raphael?� asked the faerie lady.
She produced a large, shiny green leaf and a quill. Raphael wrote LEAVE ME ALONE on the leaf.
“I’ll cherish it,� said the faerie. She ran away, clutching the leaf to her bosom.
“Don’t,â€� Raphael yelled after her.”
― Cassandra Clare, The Red Scrolls of Magic