Unwelcome Interruptions

Clary looked up to see Jace smirking down at her, with the glow from the Heavenly Fire he really did look like an angel. Sighing softly, she accepted the offered hand and allowed him to help her to her feet. "Yes, well, not everyone can be as perfect as you all of the time." She said teasing him. Speaking of perfect, he looked particularly nice today in his black pants and shirt with his hair pulled back into a ponytail. He looked younger and much more relaxed than when he was dressed in his Shadowhunter gear. As much as his gear suited him, Clary found the softness of his current assemble to be extremely appealing. Realizing she was staring at him, she looked away and her eyes fell on the dropped stele. Bending down to pick it up, Clary set it on the table before turning back to face him. Noticing that he was still smirking at her she folded her arms and glared at him. "And it's especially hard to concentrate when your trainer is so distracting."

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Clary clapped her hands to her mouth and blushed a bright red. She hadn't meant to say that out loud. Flustered, she turned away from him and hurriedly started towards the weapons rack. Avoiding Jace's eyes she quickly tried to change the subject. "What did you want to work on today? Any particular exercises in mind?" she asked, hoping that he would forget about her slip-up in favor of weapons, his favorite subject. By the Angel, why had she said that? She supposed it was lucky that it was just the two of them, if Isabelle or Simon were here they would never let her live it down.

Jace snorted at her comment, but didn't disagree with her. Not out loud, anyway. He quite liked compliments, if he were honest, which he as good as always was, and now she was staring at him with something hungry (and admiring) lurking behind her eyes. That too was good: he quite liked being gawked at. Had a lot of practice at it, but it never got old. 'sides, half the times he ventured out into the world, he was as good as invisible to the naked mundane eye. Glamours were brilliant things for that, helped a great deal in stealth, which was always handy when killing demons out there on the streets. Mundanes couldn't really deal with that stuff all that well. "Hey, I can't help my level of perfection," he quipped, almost giggling. Almost.

"As for the training... I believe there's still work to be done in wielding blades, isn't there?" he told her with a pointed glance at her blade before he twirled his own around, unable to stand completely still unless they were on a 'mission' out there. "Any preference as to with which blade we'll start?" he inquired, letting his eyes slide over the wide variety of weapons on the tables and on the walls. The Institute was quite well stocked when it came to weapons. As it should be. And frankly, Jace knew pretty much how to use any and each of the weapons there. Some smoother than others, but that didn't matter.

While he let her make her choice of weapons to fight with, he checked out his 'personal stash' in one of the drawers, lovingly caressing some of the tempered steel of the blades. There were some 'Wayland' weapons in there, ones he had inherited from his supposed father after he had gone to the Lightwoods. They had graciously let them keep these keepsakes from times gone by, reminders of a father that was harsh but in his own way caring. Now he knew that they weren't Wayland's weapons but rather those of Valentine Morgenstern... It tainted the memories, but they still were there, and they were exquisite weapons. He wouldn't part with them easily.