"Fashion is something she excels at." Alec didn't always understand her fashion choices or the subtlety of colors that she tried to explain to him, but he knew that dressing well was one of her skills. No matter what Maryse said about Izzy's clothes. "We could go shopping when you don't have class. Get some clothes and anything else that you might need while you're staying here."

As he stood in the middle of the room, book in hand, he didn't expect Adam to comment on his height. Or smile at him like that. A warm, nervous feeling settled in his chest and he realized he was smiling the way he had when Magnus called him 'pretty boy'. "I'm glad you're not. There's nothing I can do to change that." But he might have tried if Adam had asked.

Sitting on the bed, he pulled off his boots, setting then down where they wouldn't be in the way and leaned back against the pillows. Glancing over at Adam, he almost started to blush. Focusing on the cover of his book instead, he told himself that he was being an idiot. "Unless you'd want me to glamour myself to look like someone else."