"I might be bound to you, but that doesn't require me to be attracted to you," Magnus points out with an emphatic arch of his brows. "I've still got free will, you know. I'm not purely a creature of lust and desire. ...Just mostly."

He smirks, darkly, and now he does touch, reaching out to trail his fingertip along the sharp line of Alec's jaw.

"I'm more like you than you think," he says. "I've got my own tastes and desires. And you. Are. Tasty."

Bad choice of words, Magnus. Ah well.