[ The dog doesn't win her over or regain her attention. Aisha's all languid sprawl and smooth contours now, draped comfortably over the bed and Alec in a way that suggests everything here but Palamedes and his weird bone dog have been marked as Permanent Aisha Territory. ]

Yeah. Really interesting.

[ And then, like it's nothing, like it's the weight behind a blink, she's perched in Alec's lap, arms lazily looped around his shoulders — at least until she starts using a hand to emphasize her speech. ]

I can totally see the parallels. You both have a power where you go 'oh, look at me, I'm so powerful, I can control fifty evil henchmen skeletons' — in or out of a nervous system sack, shut up — and then you go, 'please, cooler power user, accept my application so I don't have to be a lonely lame-power loser all by myself, have pity,' and then it's like, bam! You had me going for a second and I have no choice but to admit it, but then the house of cards comes crumbling down because you don't want to sweat a little blood.

[ A sigh. ]

You know what this reminds me of? That time where Alec got lectured because he said he could be a warlord and then totally blew it because he just lounged around with ice-cream and video games all day instead.

Yeah. [ Aisha sighs, nodding sagely, a press of dark cheek to pale forehead as her arms come to retake Alec's neck, ] I see the parallels.