Vlad didn't want to begin their first meeting in years by sounding like he needed to be committed to an insane asylum, not that Max was the judgmental sort in the first place. Still, it would be a lot easier to wait until the full moon and explain things afterward. "Trust me, Max. It's the kind of thing that words cannot properly explain." He laughed, unable to keep from finding the thought of Max's reaction to the fables a bit amusing.
That tidbit of insight made him pause, and he wasn't sure whether he should laugh or not. "How poetic of you." It was true, though, and almost uncomfortably so; but he wasn't about to let on to that. "Have you become a philosopher since I last saw you?"