"Is my request so very strange? I have no love for the Shadowhunters."
"But, my dear madam, you are a Shadowhunter."
Tatiana Blackthorn folded her hands in her lap. "I m no such thing."
Magnus stared at her for a long moment. "Ah," he said. "I beg your pardon. Uh, would it be terribly uncivil of me to inquire what you do believe yourself to be? Do you think that you are a lamp shade?"
"I do not find your levity amusing."
Magnus's tone was hushed as he said, "I beg your pardon again. Do you believe yourself to be a pianoforte?"