Re: Graveyard Date
Vaughn looked at Mao as he spoke about his fire balls, frowning but genuinely enchanted by the whole idea. "Your tails, yeah. I remember," he replied, because that had been one of the first parts of Mao he'd been treated to. His big glowing eyes and his tail. He took a swallow of his cider. "I don't know why that's...hot," he murmured, mostly to himself. But then, fire generally was.
He laughed, a little bit drunk, and tipped his head back to look up at the stars. "It would be a beautiful night for it, darling. If that's what you were thinking. I could just lay here and look at the stars whilst you..." Vaughn paused, a grin on his face. "Eat me."
Turning to look at Mao again, he saw that smile and the dancing light in his eyes. The cider was relinquished easily enough. Leaning over, he picked up Mao's can, making as much bodily contact as possible. And on pulling back he lingered near Mao's ear.
"Can you taste me on that can?" he asked softly. "In the cider?"