As Vlad mentioned being European, Max scoffed. "Yeah, just pull the race card, why don't ya?" Rolling his eyes, he took another sip of his drink. "And it's either your clothes or your hair. I can't decide."
However, he was all serious when Vlad began dishing the advice. Man, he knew so much. It was awe-inspiring, really. "Awesome," he said softly. There was no overly verbose comment, no silly little joke. Just a small, dark smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth. His flamboyant personality seemed to disappear for a moment, giving Vlad a window into the bleakest depths of Max's borrowed heart.
"And if you ever wanted to play doubles again sometime," he said quietly, smile turning into a big grin. "Just send me an e-mail. I'd love the chance to show off." He drew back, finishing his drink with a sense of accomplishment. He was going to like it here.