"I'm not going to wear my gear," Alec promised, shaking his head. He doubted he'd even be allowed out of the apartment if he only had that in hand and not a suit or something that look fairly formal.

Though, he thought Magnus would marry him if he wore a ratty sweater and jeans that were barely holding together, he was trying to be flexible with the wedding. He wanted it to be part him and part Magnus since they were going to be spending the remainder of Alec's life together and making it all about one person seemed like a bad start.

"If you wear mayonnaise, you're going to have to deal with Magnus," Alec joked, pointing his scan gun at Alec and shaking his head. "He's already outlawed the color. Now, I'd love to see that confrontation but only if there's no bloodshed and you don't make him cry."