Jem's smile becomes forced as he pushes the door open. The den, lit by modern technology, is worse than home. Their is racious laughter in the center of the room from the gambling tables, and people out of their minds talking at random to the air and other people.

Jem's hand tightens on Clary's arm. "I am so sorry," he murmurs.

"Welcome Brother." The silky greeting comes from a human with a little fairy blood. His hair and eyes are pure silver. "We haven't seen you or your companion before. What can I get for you? A drink to start perhaps?"

The man would be dead in weeks Jem realised. He felt sad for him. He named an amount of yin fen. "To take away with me," he adds firmly. He doesn't haggle over the price. The whole thing is too distasteful for that.

He turns to Clary while the man goes to fetch the required amount. "I do not know what you must think of me, associating with these people."