Vaughn watched Mao for just a few moments, not surprised at the strut the cat had taken on, nor that he'd headed off to nose through all of Vaughn's personal things. He'd put the kettle on for himself and pulled out a microwavable meal, because not everyone in this house ate so lavishly, thank you very much. He followed the cooking instructions and tossed it in to do it's thing, making himself a cup of tea in the mean time.
"You want anything to drink?" he asked as Mao jumped up onto the counter beside him. "Water, milk, coffee- can you digest coffee as a cat? Uh- tea...I have some fruit juice." He really didn't want to believe that he was considering picking things up specifically for Mao. That was just stupid. "I'm glad you approve-" Vaughn added, reaching over to pet Mao's head, stroking one of his ears and then down his back, then under his chin, enjoying that far too much. "And are you going to stay kitty sized the whole time we're here, or are you going to be taking up the entire length of my sofa next time I want to sit on it?"
He kept petting, because there was something soothing about the warmth and the fur. And Vaughn quite liked being able to bestow affection upon someone. Kind of liked the thought that maybe Mao, in either tiny cat form or big demon cat form might want to sleep near him. To hear his big purrs all night would be quite nice.
Vaughn frowned, because no matter what way he put it in his head it sounded like he had a crush on a cat, and that was absolutely not a thing he needed to put out in the wider world.
The microwave pinged and Vaughn managed to tear himself away to take out the now hot pasta and chicken concoction, tipping it onto a plate and bringing it along with his tea to the sofa. He flicked on the television and settled back, looking for Mao to have followed.