"Is there anything you cannot do with that tongue?" Clary asks as Jace spits out the twisted up cherry stem into his palm.
Jace shrugs. "Maybe, but I'm much more concerned with what I can do with my tongue," he says suggestively, winking at her. "If you know what I mean."
Clary laughs. "Oh. Is that so?" She leans forward so she's closer to him. "Are you trying to threaten me with a good time?"
"If by good time, you mean the ride of your life... then yes."
"You drive a hard bargain."
"What do you say?" Jace asks, licking his lips. "You want a test ride."
"I mean... when you put it like that..." Clary looks around seeing no one in the institute around them at that moment. She stands up, grabbing his hand. "Let's go. Now!" she exclaims, dragging him from his chair and down the corridor to her room.