Magnus felt Alec tenses as his eyes found the flames, but he didn't pull away. Something about that filled Magnus up with an intense love for the man, unsure of the reason but simply knowing that it was important. Somehow he doubted that most people would look at magical blue fire trickling over their skin and call it 'pretty' and yet Alec had done just that. Pulling it back, flames fading, he nodded with a smile. "We should go home," he said, wanting to be alone with Alec.

Though he could sense that Alec was trying to keep some space between them, Magnus didn't understand the hesitation. He wanted to relearn this man who had his heart, his husband who he knew cared for so deeply that he'd remembered him when so little of his life had come back to him. Reaching for both of Alec's hands, he raised them up so he could kiss the knuckles but then granted him the distance he wanted. He kept hold of one hand and started to lead him down the street; to where, he didn't know. "Mundanes always take the man's name," he said with a frown, the word coming easily but the source alluded him. "Perhaps we haven't had the time to change it officially."