[Though he can see Nico's stance stiffen, his body drawing tight to react to some sensed danger, Magnus isn't here to fight. Alec had told him what happened with Nico, and honestly he thought it was rather adorable that his husband had rescued the boy with a kiss. It was all very fairy tale, even if a kiss on the cheek was tamer than even most kids' films.

The response earns a widening of his grin, and with a wave of his hand he summons a drink from behind the bar to offer Nico; everyone in costume gets one for free, after all.] My my, I had no idea you were— immortal? Drinking from the fountain of youth? Extremely diligent with your skincare routine? Whatever it is, Alec does seem to have a type.