Vaughn glanced to the side only briefly when Mao drifted away to the back of the car, wondering if he'd bored him already, and that maybe he'd gone to have a nap, or was trying to find a way out.
He didn't look in the rear view, because he had no reason to think Mao was doing anything other than poking around. So it was the voice that made Vaughn jump, made the car swerve just slightly. And he knew full well that this wasn't a little kitten talking to him. Vaughn just...didn't want to look back just yet. Didn't really want to see what way laying over his back seat just yet. But the smell of burning was filling the car, so it was whatever was gnawing on the woman that he interrupted-
"Yeah," Vaughn replied, impressed with the rather steady tone in his voice. "Yeah, I am. I'm a lonely guy. I mean, not to the point that I'm writing sad poetry, and not because people are repelled from me. I'm just not good at socialising, you know?" He didn't think he had a particularly abhorrent personality, he simply didn't go and embrace social events or the people involved in them.
Vaughn laughed. "Hey, don't worry, I'm not getting down on one knee. You're welcome to whatever freedom you want." He risked a glance up, seeing those big, glowing eyes and- well fuck, he was huge. "You can come over whenever, just give me some notice if you want dinner." He looked up again, letting his gaze linger a little longer on the massive form in the back of his car. "Do you- have a name I can call you?"
That was when Vaughn caught sight of the two tails as well, the source of the burning smell.
He cleared his throat, not really knowing what to say about that. He wasn't scared. Vaughn really wasn't scared. He thought if he was going to be eaten it would have happened by now, but he was just about to invite a big demon cat to his house, had given him the permission to come over whenever he wanted. So maybe he should be scared. Maybe this was his stupidest idea to date.