Jace moved with Drusilla against the wall. Normally he would have pulled away from this. It wasn't that he wasn't into anything fun but he wasn't normally the one who was pushed back against a wall. Call him a bit of a control freak but he was a hunter and being cornered was not normally his thing. Yet the fog told him to remain against the wall and to let Drusilla touch him with her icy fingers. He almost didn't mind her the cold touch though his shirt.
As she began to undo the buttons on his shirt, she would find that he had knives. They were his weapon of choice and worked on almost anything. His were strapped to his wrists and one to his hip. He had one down on his ankle too.
"Not hiding," Jace replied, "I've always been here."