He figured that with the jacket she'd look a bit more like she belonged here. Since not many people went out in their nightgowns. Unless you were a popstar. Which he could clearly see, she wasn't.
"Nice to meet you, Daenerys Targaryen," he said. "I'm Simon Lewis." And she was stunning if you liked that sort of stunning beauty. He liked her, but she wasn't Clary. And he liked to think that Clary was still his girlfriend.