Magnus hadn't spent the last few hours trying to decide what to wear or doing his make up. Nope, he was able to pick out the tight tasteful sequin shirt and tight black jeans no problem. His eye shadow a dark blue with glitter and of course his hair spiked up and styled to look like he put no effort at all into it. Nor has he been pacing back and forth for the last hour. At least that it his story and he will stick to it.

When the buzzer rang the warlock jumped a bundle of nerves and excitement. He knows he should know better but for the moment he doesn't care.

Magnus does manage to open the door with an air of carefree that he doesn't quite feel, "Alexander" he says as he steps back to let the Lightwood into his home.