"So it's bound to get better?" he asks with a smile, tipping back more of his beer before shaking his head. He doesn't mind, truly, he'd had to field some awfully uncomfortable questions from Clary as she had grown up and he remembers well enough panicking when she'd asked him once, when she was only five, how babies were made and why he hadn't made one yet.

"I don't think I'll need to worry about family planning advice at any point, though I do appreciate the offer," he says. And he wants to add that he probably won't need condoms either, but it sounds a little too sad, even in his head. Luke doesn't bother calculating how long it's been anymore out of sheer embarrassment.