Damon watched his mate go as he stood clutching the clothes, she had handed him, a confused expression on his face. He looked down at the bag of clothes she had brought with him, what was wrong with his own clothes? Maybe Clary was just a die-hard fashionista? He certainly had his own style. He stared down at the satin pajamas in his hand, was she really expecting him to wear these?

"Put those on, Damon. I'm starving and as much as you look like an all you can eat buffet; I want some actual food" Clary said when she returned to the living room. "What did you bring?" she...