She saw what was coming from behind that grin, and welcomed it. Though it was a good thing they were invisible to mundanes, because there were an awful lot of old people around who would probably try and beat them with a cane.
The longing to be held, and the heat that came to her only when Jace was around came rushing back, something she hadn't felt in ages. She half melted against him, fully content to stay exactly where she was, willing the kiss not to break.
But of course it had to, and the words required her to focus. Clary had expereinced this conversation before with Jace. She already knew this answer. "Your parents were Stephen and Celine Herondale." she explained. "But you know who you are." Clary drew his hands into hers, locking their fingers and held them. "You're Jace Lightwood, you're as good as their fourth kid."