Getting stabbed was a lot more than annoying, but he wasn't the sort of person to admit weakness or vulnerability in any form. He wasn't going to say that only having one good arm was worrisome, as it would be more difficult to defend himself, nor did he say that it would take weeks to heal and the painkillers only did so much. An annoyance was as far as he would go, so he merely laughed. "I try not to let anything bother me, no."
Vlad expected something worse, some horrific tale of near death or perhaps witnessing a mass beheading. But it didn't sound too bad - a trial to be certain, but not exactly life-threatening. His brow furrowed in confusion, but he kept silent and let Max set his own pace to talk about whatever it was that was so urgent.
He tried to follow his friend's train of thought, but the painkillers made things slightly fuzzy and he really wasn't sure what he was trying to say. "I think I am. People have... double lives, if you will. Batman has his superhero life and his normal one, while I have this part of my life and the part that only you know about. Is there... some part of your life that you need to talk about?"