Hearing somebody approach, Max kept his posture casual. An idle observer would've thought he was completely ignorant to the stranger approaching. But he turned his head just slightly, catching a glimpse of the other man in his peripheral vision. Even from a strange angle, he could tell it was Vlad. The man seethed power, that much hadn't changed. He waited until he spoke to turn towards him, a grin spreading across his face.
"Hey!" he said cheerfully, raising a hand in greeting. "It sure has, look at you." He grinned. "You're a grown-up. A real one." His tone was idle and carefree, something he had never grown out of. "It's good. You wear it well." He crossed his arms, leaning casually against the mailbox. "But we've got all the time in the world to chat. Point us to the bar, my friend. After moving in, I really need a drink." He snorted, rubbing the back of his neck. "All those boxes, man. They're miserable. I never want to see one again."