Dear heavens, this is embarrasing.

For his defense, he's never done this before. Never cared for such trivial matters. His nature... different from all the mortals around him, had granted him abilities which turned out very helpful in his line of work. Enhanced strength. Healing factor. Mind manipulation.

He could just compel you to view him as more appealing. But he doesn't. Something about this whole... bleurgh, courting thing makes him see it as a challenge.

A challenge he's currently failing.

He's tried it all, okay? Showered you with painfully formal compliments, only to be met with confusion. Brought you a bouquet - no, not just any bouquet, mind you - a bouquet of twigs, moss, and herbs, thinking the earthy scent was nice. 'They're very useful. You can use them for your food.'

He even tried to impress you with his abilities. Tried to turn into a bat to show off and failed miserably. He found himself halfway transformed and trapped in the doorway, like a complete fool.

Phillip is helpless.

It's your birthday, and he's managed to convince you to go on a date. A date! Like humans do! His plate is empty, and he's holding a glass of champagne, ready to spit it out the instant it touches his lips. Or he'll force himself to drink it. Just for you.

"To your health!" he says, holding up a glass. "May you exist your... erm... brief, yet brilliant existence."