(hiss, then a growling yell) Los Niños de Luna...How dare you enter our place!

(informing, a little knowingly, but playing a scared mundane) I know what they look like. They are paler, thinner than human beings, but very strong. They walk like cats and spring with the swiftness of serpents. They are beautiful and terrible, like this hotel.

(menacing grinning, with a knife at Clary's throat) You think we do not hear the rumors, the news that is running through Downworld like blood through veins? Valentine is back. There will be no Accords and no Covenant soon enough.