What did Max know of power? Nothing. He barely existed as it was. No, the only power he had was over his Lovely Seven. Or, as he hoped to call them soon, Awesome Eight. Damn, just thinking about adding another member to their family made him itchy inside. He almost wanted to say "fuck this" and drag Vlad down to the nearest college campus. But no. He would be patient. He could wait. Just like a big boy.
"Well, we can't all be Spiderman," he said off-handedly, no real heart in his voice. But he rebounded quickly, glancing over at Vlad as he mentioned being a predator. Was that what they were? He supposed they were. A grin spread across his face. "Yeah?" He paused. "Yeah. That's it, I bet." The waitress returned with their drinks - and Max's had a lime - and dropped them off quickly so that she could disappear as soon as possible. Laughing, Max took a sip of his. "The world is full of sheep, and we are the wolves. They don't even notice because our disguises are so good."