"I hope so." The words snapped out of him, automatic, with such naked, earnest desire that Magnus actually felt himself blush. His cheeks warmed and he immediately dragged his gaze away from Alec, to pull himself back together. It was only a minor slip, but Magnus was better at hiding himself than that and Alec was not stupid.

He took a sip of his coffee, which was now well on its way to cold, and wrinkled his nose in distaste. "I should go freshen this," he mumbled, ignoring the fact that he was a bloody warlock.