Later that evening-

Adrian stepped out of the humid bathroom in nothing but his bare, scarred skin after bathing and moved to stand in front of the small oval mirror that he kept on his dresser so that he could take in his appearance.

One side of his long bangs were being held back away from his face by a cool looking skull and crossbones hair clip that he had bought for occasions such as actually needing to see through the thick curtain of hair he still had. So that he could work mostly. After all- one small slip of a scalpel in his line of work and you could land yourself right next to the bodies you worked on.

Or at least you could if you were human.

As it was so far he'd landed himself in the hospital several times by being dumb enough to slip up and almost cut something off before he noticed that the blade he was handling wasn't supposed to be cutting into him. Which is how he had gotten several of the nifty new scars along his fingers, palms, and arms.

But all that aside... He studied his appearance carefully, taking note of various vicious looking wounds that had left their marks on him over the centuries. Back when he had still been young, and working as a reaper. Each one had been bone deep or even deeper. Each one had been expected to kill him.

And every time, each one had failed.

Running a hand along the semi smooth skin of his chest, he closed his eyes and sighed at the pleasant thrill that went through him and moved his hand lower to trace one of the more prominent scars along his abdomen before opening his eyes again and blinking at his reflection.

Today would prove to be much more challenging than it should be for one of his ilk.

Today he had met his destined mate, saw visions of their future and their future child, dropped said mate's elderly/dying grandfather onto the ground (accidentally of course) and been invited to dinner by said mate.

So naturally after going and asking someone he trusted about where he could find a shirt, tie, wine and possible gift for his mate. Which might have gone much smoother than it had if he hadn't have gotten lost in the local mall's main store looking for a decent shirt and tie and then couldn't find the dressing room- so he wound up stripping right there in the store. Which had led to the local cops being called.

He sighed.

Thank god the local law enforcement knew him enough to know that he wasn't some sort of freak. Well...not totally anyways.

And after straightening out the whole why-he-was-partially-naked debacle, one of the officers, a guy named Christopher Manning had pointed him in the right direction to buy some wine and get a gift for Willow. And then the guy had laughingly slapped him on the shoulder and told him not to start drinking until night fall. That way he wouldn't be on duty and thus wouldn't have to cart Adrian's drunk ass off to jail like last time.

That had been fun.

He didn't even remember getting ahold of the matches that had burnt part of the station down- but he did sort of recall panicking half way through setting fire to the place and trying to pee the flames out before he got caught.

So he had bought his nice shirt, and a two hundred dollar lavender silk tie to match Willows eyes. Not really caring if it made him look sort of 'Grell-ish' once he had it on. And after looking at the clock next to his bed, nodded to himself for waking up early so that he could figure out what sort of gift to give Willow since he still had absolutely no idea what the hell he was doing as he pulled on a pair of clean jeans and then once they were in place.

He moved across the room, hastily grabbing the large bag he'd placed just inside the door of his bedroom next to the three bags of wine and wine coolers, he then took several moments to empty the contents onto his bed and spread them out a bit and then paused wondering if it was weird that he sort of felt like the dragon from the Hobbit movie right then with such gems laid out across his sleeping spot.

He feared that he may have gone overboard with trying to find something pleasing to Willow's delicate sensibilities. He'd bought everything from sterling silver, to steel, to different colored gold with diamonds. Antique pieces, novelty pieces, artisan pieces- pearls, sapphires, rubies, emeralds, garnets, opals- necklaces, bracelets, earrings...

And then there were the other things he'd gotten for her. The simple things.

Like the snow white colored teddy bear holding a pink velvet hear that said, 'I love you this much!' Of course he knew that handing that to her after just meeting her earlier today would probably creep her out to the extreme. Even if he lied to her and simply told her it was a joke just so that she'd take it without a fuss.

Still...he can't really say that he wasn't tempted just the same.

And then there were some pretty crystal hair clips that semi matched the one that he was using. It was a silver colored skull with a cross bones and the eyes were a glittery blood red.

Frankly he liked them. They were cute. But he didn't have a real good feel for Willow's personality just yet to hand her something like this. So he'd save it for maybe something like...Halloween since it was the only 'holiday' that he truly enjoyed.

What with the costumes, the candy, trick-or-treating and such. Why he was more in his element then than any other time of the year! And he had to admit. Willow would make a damn hot succubus or adorable vampire with the clips in her hair. So yeah, he'd hang onto them for a bit longer.

Now what to bring? What to bring? He wondered to himself for- he didn't know how long since he lost track of time because when he next looked at the clock, and blinked upon realizing that he just barely had twenty minutes to finish getting ready and leave for Benson's place. He thought, Screw it.

He'd take everything and let Benson help him sort his shit out.