" Isabelle rolled her eyes. " Oh, for the Angel's sake. Look, if there's no other way of getting out of this, I'll kiss Simon. I've done it before, it wasn't that bad." " Thanks," said Simon. " That's very flattering." " 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 it's true what they say," observed Jace. " There are no straight men in the trenches." " That's atheists, jackass," said Simon furiously. " There are no atheists in the trenches. "