"There's more glitter between these couch cushions than you'll ever know," Luke answers, his voice just as dry, but then he glances over at Alec and smiles. "You know, I've never been so picky about my place that I'm unwilling to change it for the people who spend time here. The spare bedroom... it was made for Clary, but bit by bit, it's gotten a little less like her old room and a little more like a place anyone can stay." The drawing table is still in there, but he's pushed it into a corner, making room for a better wardrobe, changing out the soft blue bedding he'd known Clary would love for something a little more neutral.

"And that space there?" he asks, pointing toward the desk pushed into the bay window. "I used to have a reading nook there, but with Spencer doing so much of his work here, I turned it into a sort of office for him instead."

His smile grows a little and he says, "Which is just a long winded way of saying I can deal with some glitter."