My - [ D'Artagnan almost chokes, giving her a startled smile. ] - my bedroom eyes. That's...

[ Well, he understands, at least. But he slides off her bunk, an uncertainty hidden behind his smile. ]

It's not what I meant. She's my friend, and -

[ And there's someone else. He can never be with her, she's married she's not even in this world. But she's still his someone else. ]

Thanks, Clary. That's what I needed to know.