Why was a blush so interesting to him? He was an incubus, a demon of sex. Of sex. That was why. Because so few humans he had encountered blushed at the thought of sex anymore. Oh, sure, he'd had a few virgins in his time. More than a few. But their number had seemed to have died off in recent centuries. And rarely were those virgins young men as pretty as Alec Lightwood.

Magnus grinned rakishly as he followed Alec to the kitchen and leaned against the counter. "I'm made for trouble, Alexander," he purred. "There would be no stopping me once I got outside."