Magnus raised an eyebrow, giving her a dry look. "Thankfully not cooking spoons and corporal punishment," he said. Not that his mother ever thwacked him hard with her cooking implements. And he had absolutely no reason to get his wife so annoyed with him that she would resort to such things. Magnus liked when Jessica was happy; he liked making her happy. A happy Jessica meant a happy Magnus and there was no reason not to keep it that way.
He frowned at the mention of Jennifer and people crossing over. As much as he disliked the rivalry his wife and that woman had become embroiled in, he couldn't put it past her to try something crazy like this. "I can't imagine what good it would do her," he said. "If she really wanted a leg up, she'd do the work she has here." That was Magnus' attitude on most things though and he knew others didn't always share it.
Sighing, he stood up and rubbed at the back of his neck. "Melissa would. Those, you know, warrior types might, but I don't know any of them." You could see them around the city, usually carrying guns or weapons, not like normal people who just wanted a cup of coffee without thinking of vampires lurking about.
"That, um." He cleared his throat and pushed his hands into the pockets of his slacks, to appear casual. "That Lightwood kid might. With his friends. He seems the type."
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Date: 2016-09-23 06:15 pm (UTC)He frowned at the mention of Jennifer and people crossing over. As much as he disliked the rivalry his wife and that woman had become embroiled in, he couldn't put it past her to try something crazy like this. "I can't imagine what good it would do her," he said. "If she really wanted a leg up, she'd do the work she has here." That was Magnus' attitude on most things though and he knew others didn't always share it.
Sighing, he stood up and rubbed at the back of his neck. "Melissa would. Those, you know, warrior types might, but I don't know any of them." You could see them around the city, usually carrying guns or weapons, not like normal people who just wanted a cup of coffee without thinking of vampires lurking about.
"That, um." He cleared his throat and pushed his hands into the pockets of his slacks, to appear casual. "That Lightwood kid might. With his friends. He seems the type."