Max didn't give two shits about Candyland. Candy wasn't really his thing. He was much more interested in good booze, fancy cars, and exquisite cigars. But it was a change of pace, somewhere he could go to get away from Vanessa and Axel and the multiple doppelgangers in the hotel.
"Nice birds. You find them out here?" He asked the big guy with a raven on each shoulder. The guy could probably snap Max in half without even trying. Max wasn't terribly worried about that sort of thing, though.