Re: Graveyard Date
Vaughn bit down on his lip at that comment. Well, more of a little nibble, almost coy, perhaps. Though who in their right mind would be flattered and warmed by the knowledge that they were being toyed with by a giant, man-eating cat? If Mao had been using all this time to lure him into a false sense of safety then he'd done a great job.
"I'm only bringing you the bits from the usual deaths, don't worry. The ones that died in suspicious, supernatural circumstances are usually not disposed of in the same way. And I know what a werewolf kill looks like, darling. They're usually not the nicest thing to look at, and again, specially disposed of." Not many hospitals were that specific in their incineration techniques, but Repose could never be too careful. "Only the best for you."
In Vaughn's mind, Mao was nearly always out partying, indulging in his powers and taking advantage of his pretty face to avoid paying for anything. It was none of his business. Vaughn didn't go out clubbing, so that was another strike against this being anything serious. Mao would be bored with him almost immediately.
"You dance here alone?" Vaughn asked, rather charmed by the mental image that gave him. "That sounds beautiful. I bet you have some killer moves. Potentially in the literal sense," he added, because well, Mao could seduce someone with a dance and then eat them. Why not?
He swallowed down two more mouthfuls of his cider, which settled in his empty stomach with a silent gurgle. "So this is one of the places I could find you if I needed to? If I didn't have your number and just...needed you desperately," Vaughn winked.