If someone had suggested to him at the beginning of all this that he'd be lying in bed, allowing Alec Lightwood to gently undress him with the intent of putting him to bed to rest, he would have started laughing. How much they've both changed, he thinks as he shifts to help Alec rid him of pants and socks, pulls the silk shirt over his head and tosses that aside too.

"Deal," he says, pointing at one of the jars on the dressing table. It glows briefly, filling with a warmed lotion. "There, as requested. Do your worst, Shadowhunter." He's said that in the past. He much prefers saying it like this, with an affectionate smile, before rolling over to put his back willingly to his boyfriend.