"Name's Max." Max tilted his head, studying the man in front of him. There was something about him, Max wasn't sure what, but something set the short hairs at the back of his neck on end. This wasn't some Joe-Schmoe. Max got the distinct impression he wasn't someone to mess with.
"Figured why not? Not every day the landscape is made up of candy." He rolled his shoulders, and wished he had a cigar to puff on. "Besides, it's hard to resist the pretty colors." The colors didn't attract him in the least, he was just being cheeky.