"Pity," Alec said, then laughed softly. "You're not really mine either, cute though you may be. If I have a type. I suppose I do." He shrugged.
"So how did you end up caught up in all of this... that... Mickey?" He waved his hand vaguely. "Are you obsessed with your... oh, what did I call it because it's apparently offensive to say real?... autonomous self as Jimmy is?"