He caught himself wondering if that hurt and how much as he watched Clary trace the rune into her skin again. His own experience with the tattoos had been extremely painful but she barely flinched. Maybe the kid was tougher than he was. Silently, he waited for her to do what she needed, taking in the room.
Clothes thrown off into a chair, disheveled bed sheets, all masculine, no pictures. The guy was a bachelor, so there would be no loved ones that he knew of to threaten, which would make it harder. He'd have to make the pain really count. If it didn't work that way, there would be other avenues to explore.
He blinked, shaking off the thoughts as Clary held out a piece of paper. "You're amazing," he told her, eyeing the address. "That's not too far from here." The less distance he had to drag the mystic, the better. "Coming or staying here?" he asked as he headed to the door.