Vlad had to fight tremendously to keep himself from laughing at the mention of sparkling, since Max didn't know yet about the fable nonsense and trying to explain it would probably fail horribly. Somehow 'Dracula lives inside me' didn't sound much better than 'I become a fictional monster every full moon.' He would find out for himself soon enough anyway.
"People can be so very blind to the truth," he said with a shrug. "They see what they want to, and ignore everything else. It does work in our favor, which is why I cannot complain." He didn't think his own fashion sense was that bad, and he was just as able to wear jeans as he was a suit. Most of the time. "I might just take you up on that offer someday."