"Well, did you call him werewolf upon meeting him?" Luke asks, although he's smiling when he says it and he gives Alec's shoulder a gentle nudge with his own. He's considered introducing them now and then, though he's imagined they wouldn't particularly like each other at first. It's hard for a Shadowhunter to dispel of everything they've been taught, Luke knows that better than most, but given that he truly does believe he and Alec are growing closer, he has a faint hope that Alec's (possibly deeply hidden) affection for him might slowly extend to other Downworlders. At least a little bit, anyway, at least to the point where he might not be immediately suspicious of all of them.

"Maybe. Or maybe it's possible other worlds don't behave the same as ours did," he says. "She was even physically different than what we're used to. The idea is the same, but it's never quite as exact when it comes to execution." That seems to be the case with everything. Vampires, werewolves, even those who can do magic. What Ron and Hermione are capable of would make them warlocks in Luke's world, but in their own, they're celebrated in their own way, with a school for them, much like Shadowhunters have.

"Anyway, try to be nice to Derek at least a little," he says, that little teasing smile still in place. "He's probably the closest thing to pack I have here and I'd prefer not to have to choose between the two of you."