“I’ve got the DVD at home, we can look it up when we get back,” Vaughn said, even though they’d settled on a name. It was just a matter of principle now. Otherwise it would annoy him.
He let out a laugh at the purring and the pleased sound in Mao’s voice. Although the big cat always sounded quite pleased. “Yeah, well, I know your type,” Vaughn teased. “Just so happens I’m pretty easy, so you can purr and I’ll probably give you whatever you asked for-” which had already been proven, and no purring had been involved. The fact that he could very much be taken for a ride didn’t bother him in the slightest. Shit happened, and he was enjoying the experience thus far.
His eyebrows raised and Vaughn glanced again into his rearview mirror. “Really? Okay. Well, don’t come crying to me when your paws are burnt by the lines of salt all over the place.” He didn’t have lines of salt all over the place. Actually, despite his interest and his undeniable proof of the supernatural, Vaughn had absolutely nothing to protect against it except for his wit and charm. And so far that seemed to be working.
They pulled up around the back of the row of shops that Vaughn lived above. His front door was on ground level beside the back entrance to a store, his flat up above it. It was a little more personal than his car, but still tidy, still very obviously the home of a single man. A lot of books, his computer, papers and notebooks in various stacks, and a unit full of DVDs. Mao could maybe learn a bit more about him from all of that.
He got out of the car and went to open the back door for his cat, leading him to the entrance of his apartment. There was a window on the lower ground floor as well, and though their relationship was certainly not at the stage where Vaughn would consider getting a catflap (he’d never even offered someone a key when he’d been in a relationship with them, and this felt like the equivalent) there was a window he could leave unlocked, knowing that Mao would find a way to get in even if it wasn’t fully open.
“Make yourself at home,” he added, leading Mao up the stairs and gesturing around the four rooms that made up his abode. The bedroom door was open because why wouldn’t it be? Vaughn had a big double bed, blankets and pillows galore because he did love nesting. The living room was spacious enough, the kitchen served the purpose of one man cooking for himself, and the bathroom was...a bathroom.
He kicked off his shoes and went to put the kettle on, leaving Mao to explore.