Alec was, if nothing else in his entire existence, good at taking orders. He took a deep, slow breath, doing his level best to relax, offering what might've been a smile if it spread all the way across his face. It was more of a rueful little smirk. He was an actual disaster. "No, it's not you - I've kissed exactly one person in my life, my comfort level is below average at best. That isn't your fault, for not knowing that."
He didn't know why he said any of that. Drinks, loosening his tongue, could be. Having someone to talk to. Molly putting him at ease.
"Runes," he told him after a second. "Angelic runes, they serve a purpose. Healing, glamour, speed," he explained. He wanted to smile, to show him, but Alec also thought it would be better if it was earned and not resisted, rather than pushed through just because Molly wanted to see it.
"You can really tell someone can fight by their hands?" he asked, lifting his own to inspect them. He wondered what about them gave it away, and if Molly could read a bow and arrows in his fingers or just weapons training.