Just as quickly as he lifted up, Max slumped when Vlad killed the murder plot. "Damn," he mumbled, starting to pout like a child. As he explained the story, he snorted. "Really? God, she is crazy, isn't she? Whiny, too. I hate whiners. If this Emil guy died, he died. You can't do anything about it, and her bitching and moaning and acting like a psycho whore won't do a damn thing about it." Really, people were just silly when it came to death.
He shook his head as Vlad asked about influencing him. "We're in the same body, but there's a one-way mirror between us. I know what he does, I know what he thinks, but I can't actively participate. He's completely unaware. If I was able to influence him, I'd be breaking the barrier." He frowned, pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh. "And I can't do that."