Vaughn accepted the snort for exactly what it was. He didn't give off the air of someone who spent his nights off tying people to posts and whipping them for fun. But he was enjoying himself. He couldn't remember the last time it was this easy and when the terribleness didn't make the other person politely excuse themselves.
"I really like behind the scenes videos-" Vaughn mused quietly. "I've not seen the ones for Hannibal, but I do enjoy watching them when they're available. And bloopers. You can tell a lot from actors by watching those-" Nerd. He was a nerd. So was Mao.
He laughed. "If you're so opposed to being called cute, Ash, then maybe you should do something about your face," Vaughn said, pressing the palm of his hand square against Mao's face, snorting out another chuckle. "You can only blame yourself."
His hand fell away and he gave Mao an amused look. "Are you trying to get rid of me so that you can eat the rest of this on your own?" he asked, though the heavier implication was that they would both be going to bed. The two of them. Together. And then what? Would they just cuddle and not talk about or act on anything, or would they strip their clothes off and get right down to it.
Still, Vaughn stood up and stretched, closing up some of the boxes to put them in the fridge for tomorrow. When he didn't have work. Small blessings. Without another word he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and clean up, stripping out of his shirt and pants to put them in the wash basket before he headed back out to his bedroom, not glancing at Mao, because that would seem too... something. If Mao wanted to follow then he would. Vaughn didn't want to throw out an invitation and have it rejected.