Jonathan was sat quietly in the living room of his apartment that had the capability of teleporting nearly anywhere in the world via the lay lines. It's late at night. The fireplace is roaring with a fire. He has a glass of whiskey in his hands but the demon blooded shadowhunter isn't drinking much.

His blue eyes, which had been gazing into the red yellow and orange flames suddenly sharpen. He speaks without moving, fully aware that he is no longer alone in the room.

"What are you doing out of bed?"

The question is delivered calmly as he awaits his daughters response. He doesn't turn to look at you, but he listens and remains aware of his surroundings.