" Sorry,” she said breathlessly.
“I got lost in the crowd.”
“I noticed,” he said.
“One second I was dancing with you, and the next you were gone and a very persistent werewolf was trying to get the buttons on my jeans undone.”
Sebastian chuckled. “Girl or boy werewolf?”
“Not sure. Either way, they could have used a shave. "

― Cassandra Clare , City of Lost Souls (The Mortal Instruments, #5)