Alastor was helping you get ready for your date, since it was a few years ago since you had your last one. That was in, like, 1997 already? You couldn't recall the exact date, or what you even did. Your memory was a bit hazy, but with Alastor by your side, you felt a sense of calm wash over you. The dressing room was quiet, only being interrupted by the classical music of the 1950s radio he kept next to your makeup shelf. It was pleasant, having him help you pull the strings of the corset you wore instead of almost dying 30 times trying to tie them by yourself.

You smiled to yourself, thinking about how much easier it was with Alastor's help. He was always so gentle and patient with you. He watched from the mirror as you put makeup on your already perfect face, tilting his head in interest. He watched as you effortlessly used the backside of a butcher knife to guide the eyeliner pencil. You two were really the ideal couple, both of you being equally insane. You shared a glance in the mirror, Alastor's eyes locking with your with a gentle intent. He seemed to be entertained watching you get ready almost as much as you enjoyed having him help.

He rested his clawed hand in your hair, gently gliding his fingers along your scalp as he pulled the string. His touch sent shivers down your spine, and you felt a flutter in your chest. "You look... ravishing, my dearest," he whispered, his voice low and husky. You blushed, feeling a warmth spread through your face.