Alec's eyes moved over to Magnus of their own volition, settling on him for the briefest of seconds before skittering away and acting like he hadn't just done that. His stomach always tightened or flipped around when he stared too long and he didn't want to give anything away to so many people who (he thought) didn't know.

"Magnus has everyone," Alec pointed out, glancing over at Luke and shaking his head. "I think half the city's in love with him already."

There was no jealousy in his tone, no wistfulness, because he was utterly in control right now. He shook his head and even laughed quietly, briefly.

"I guess it's good to have another person from home, though," he allowed carefully. "He'll figure out a way to become High Warlock of Darrow soon enough. I'll be around the first time he decides to summon a demon."