He rolled his eyes at Max's display of false emotion, although it was amused rather than scornful. "Perhaps you should look into a career in the acting business. How many brownie points does that earn me?" He subscribed to the notion that you were only as old as you felt, and whether it had something to with Dracula's immortality or simply that he'd always been conscious of his physical health, he certainly didn't feel as though he were nearing forty. Still, sometimes it seemed like he was forced to act like an old man, and it was a refreshing change to be in the presence of someone who was as carefree as a teenager.
"I think you may be approaching favorite customer status. A generous tip might get you all the way there." Vlad chuckled, but the sound faded away when he followed the gesture to the bartender. He cast a disapproving glance at Max, although it only lasted a few moments before he sighed and shook his head. "I can only hope to be so lucky."