It was Ella's wry words that had Vaughn appraising the alleged charmer. Something in the way a serpent might take notice of an injured bird. Quiet and unmoving, even if her eyes were considerate and her smile was a feigned glimpse of pearls amidst blood.
"How's the building treating you two? A lively place, isn't it?" Following the dinnertime duo toward the kitchen where the wine was being opened by his an expert hand, and Ella was extracting the necessary glasses. Vaughn tucked her bladed hip against the counter, having to mentally remind herself not to do anything stupid during this meal. As her traditional crimes included sexually assaulting gay men and trying to stab redheads.. she figured she was in the clear.