" He leaned forward and kissed Magnus, gently, slowly, the way he would on a Sunday morning in bed. It was totally at odds with their situation, totally at odds with how either of them felt in that moment. It was wonderful.
"Not the time!" Jace yelled from a little ways ahead of them.
"Always the time," Alec murmured against Magnus's mouth. He called back to Jace, "Just working to keep up morale! "

― Cassandra Clare , The Lost Book of the White (The Eldest Curses, #2)