She moved to stand in front of him. “All right,” she said. “Take off your shirt.”
Jace raised his eyebrows.
“I’m not going to attack you,” she said impatiently. “I can take the sight of your naked chest without swooning.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, obediently sliding the shirt off his shoulders. “Because viewing my naked chest has caused many women to seriously injure themselves stampeding to get to me.”" — Jace and Clary, The Mortal Instruments: City Of Lost Souls by Cassandra Clare (via danceray)