This is such a great epitaph for Clary and Simon’s burgeoning and ultimately doomed relationship don’t you think? Don’t you just feel the passion, and the love here? No? Well, me neither! Seriously, I have seen more passion in a Victorian period drama than during this entire make out scene.And evidently, Clary apparently feels the same way because the first thing she says about the whole experience is that it’s all just very ‘anticlimactic’.
And even Clary’s offer of sex is just very bland and matter-of-fact.It’s like Clary is asking Simon what about the weather. No, passion, no real feeling of the slightest romantic emotion or the slightest bit of affection. Yet, I’m still supposed to feel that Simon ever had the slightest chance with Clary, when this is obviously just an act on Clary’s part?
This makes it even more obvious that this is Clary’s way of keeping Simon right where she feels it belongs: on her. This is basically a pg-13 form of prostitution, just without any money or sex involved.The price for Clary’s romantic involvement is simply Simon’s devotion and attention.