((OOC: I swear IJ only does this when it'll be the most inconvenient. *headdesk*))
It was all very practical. But in Vlad's case, he was in control of what happened to his clothes. Max, on the other hand, didn't do laundry. Brian did it. So he had to be extra special careful because there were no laundry secrets in his life. However, he pretended to agree with this, as if he, too, were a normal man.
"This is true. When in doubt, blame somebody else." He laughed, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "That's the American way, after all." He raised a brow. "Look at you, you can do the accent, now you're thinking like us. Pretty soon you won't be quite so creepy." With another jovial laugh, he turned the corner, glancing up to see Bellum Letale in the near distance.