"Do I look like I know how to make a cocktail?" Alec asked, glaring. They didn't keep alcohol in the Institute that wasn't wine and whenever he was with Magnus, Magnus made the drinks because he knew how to do it.

Alec sometimes watched but not close enough to pick anything up.

"I don't want one," he said, rubbing a hand through his hair and exhaling roughly. "I'm sorry. I'll take a cocktail making class at the local university so I'm prepared next time Magnus needs to disappear."