Even after all this time, Magnus never failed to reel at how trusting Alec was of him. It would have been easy for the Shadowhunter to still harbor instinctive doubts about letting a warlock have the upper hand in certain vulnerable situations, and yet Alec so easily let his guard down. And his trust in Magnus was well-placed, too, because no one on the planet would defend Alec as fiercely as his husband would. Even if he possessed powerful magic, it would never hurt Alec. Letting a thin stream of it spark between them, he poured warmth and love into Alec's chest where he could imagine their marriage symbol might someday sit.

"That's a good point. She helped us both along the way," he agreed, smiling up at Alec and leaning in to kiss him properly on the lips. "And she's important to you, which is the only reason I need to ask her." After all, Alec had his family around him and there was no reason not to give them honored roles in the wedding when they were now Magnus' family, too. But even with serious thoughts on his mind, he snorted at the thought of Alec waxing his legs. "You have wonderful legs, darling, and a high enough pain tolerance that you'd probably enjoy a hot wax."

Grinning as to not give away whether or not he was being facetious, Magnus settled down on top of Alec and admired the red string tying them together. Though his eye caught the second one on Alec's hand, his heart only clenched slightly at the thought of it leading to Jace in the other room. "Art never was my forte," he said to distract himself from thoughts of parabatai. Perking up slightly at that, he turned his hand over to cup it against Alec's face. "Another stolen memory, one I'd like to have back if it's about something we might be able to use for the ceremony."