'Oh, trust,' the monster said, as if this was all perfectly normal, Vaughn's sleep-adled brain narrated. He couldn't help but smile as she chattered. "You've got a point. After London, everything's pie."
"I keep hearing that," he confirmed, though his tone said he didn't believe it. "But I showed up while the bunch of you were dealing with Ripper murders. 24 hours later everyone was on cloud 9 and partying, then the employee comm turned into supernatural Twitter, I got propositioned by a demon who writes in pentameter, and someone else threatened to turn me into honey." As he spoke, a grin started to grow. He didn't think he'd normalize any of that, particularly as the list of recent happenings took a turn for the increasingly ridiculous, but it was good for a laugh.
He chuckled. "So you're not just attracted to the freakishly vertical? Good to know."
He gestured to her ropes with a slant of his head. "Do you mind?" Vaughn wandered over, then gave the rope a curious tug as if he expected it to collapse, betraying a secret flimsiness that was sure to doom anyone who dared to lift more than a head's height off of the floor. "I'm in the labyrinth scaring people," he said without turning, his head tipped back to peer up into the rafters. "It's a dream job," he added dryly.
"I am, thanks. How long did it take you?" Vaughn turned from the ropes, his attention singular again. "What made you change circuses?"