"I feel like you'd be making more of an issue of this if you were," Vaughn said skeptically, though he didn't really want to jump to any conclusions.
His own eyes narrowed when he looked down at the little cat that appeared from the drawer, both amused and now even more suspicious about what he was dealing with.
"Don't give me that shit," Vaughn replied. "I know you're trying to play it cute, like you think it'll stop you being in trouble." That fucking purring, though. That was going to get him. Even if he didn't want to show weakness, the stupid affectionate cat was going to wear him down. "Stop it. It's making me feel weird. Go and eat your organs." He pointed to the bucket, despite wanting to slide from the table, pick up the little hell kitten and pet it.
"Are you going to be a frequent visitor? Did you just get here? Because we're going to need some other arrangement if that's the case. I don't always work night shifts, and I can't promise anyone else is going to be as loving and welcoming as I am." As annoying as the creature was, only bad things could come from the wrong person finding out about him, and Vaughn really didn't want that.
To the point that he was already considering how he was going to smuggle human innards out of the cold room. He was full of terrible ideas.