"The Queen's smile was wide and terrible. "What if I told you she could be freed by a kiss?" "You want Jace to you?" Clary said, bewildered. ... "Despite his charms," the Queen said, "that kiss will not free the girl." The four looked at each other, startled. "I could kiss Meliron, " suggested Isabelle. "Nor that. Nor any one of my court." Meliron moved away from Isabelle, who looked at her companions and threw up her hands. "I'm not kissing of you," she said firmly. "Just so its official." ... Isabelle rolled her eyes. "Oh, for the Angel's sake. Look, if there's no other way of getting out of this, kiss Simon. I've done it before, it wasn't that bad." "Thanks," said Simon. "That's very flattering." "Alas," said the Queen of the Seelie Court..."I'm afraid that wont do either." "Well, I'm not kissing the mundane," said Jace. "I'd rather stay down here and rot." "Forever?" said Simon. "Forever's an awfully long time." Jace raised his eyebrows. "I knew it," he said. "You want to kiss me, don't you?" Simon threw up his hands in exasperation. "Of course not. But if-" "I guess its true what they say," observed Jace. "There are no straight men in the trenches." "That's , jackass," said Simon furiously. "There are no in the trenches."