(( OOC: He will try to get Vlad to do it with him sometime. Just you wait. ))
Damnit, they had gotten on philosophy again. How did he do that? Maybe Max was just in the mood to share. It's not like he could talk about this with anybody else. All his past "friends" had been drunk, broken, or dead. He couldn't keep up an ongoing friendship - the closest he had gotten before was some blonde girl, but that had ended poorly - and now that he was with somebody who saw things the way he did, he had to fight the urge to hug and not let go.
Even imaginary friends needed a real friend sometime.
"There's no "supposed to's" in life," he said with a shrug, taking a sip of his drink. "And who's to say that it's against either of those things? What if, morally, I believe that what I do is right? I think that it's a positive thing. It's what's good for the world." He paused, grinning goofily. "I just lie back and think of England." With an immature chortle, he took another sip of his drink. "But seriously, if that's the case, then where's the harm? Where am I going wrong if what I do is morally permissible by my personal standards? Is there a social morality that I'm forced to conform to just because I happened to be born at this time and place?"