((OOC: It's. So. True. IT'S ALMOST MORE EVIL THAN MAX. ))
As Vlad expressed a preference for creepy over American, Max laughed. "Wouldn't we all?" he asked rhetorically, taking a sliding step to the side as they reached the building.
And this was where it got tricky. He couldn't get off on Brian's floor, because Vlad would know that he lived on third and might ask questions. But if he got off on a random floor, then maybe Vlad would shop around there and ask even more questions. It was quite the predicament, one that Max hadn't thought about before. Damnit.
"Of course!" he said, holding the door open for his friend. "After you," he said, sweeping him inside with a broad gesture. He had to play his cards right, but he had a plan. And it wasn't too shabby if he could say so himself.