If for some reason they got lost, Max was man enough to admit it and ask for help. He never did understand the whole inability to ask for directions dilemma. What was so bad about it, aside from the supposed blow to the ego? Male pride be damned, at least he wouldn't be lost anymore. Not that he was prone to getting lost, but it was known to happen on occasion.
Dressing up was overrated in Max's opinion. If he couldn't wear his Converse then chances were that he really didn't want to go wherever it was that required said dressing up. His parents had a tendency to throw elaborate dinners or fundraisers for whatever the "cause of the moment" was and that almost always meant black tie. Fortunately his mother eventually caved and let him get away with whatever footwear his little heart desired as long as he made an appearance. She probably figured that most photographs were shot from the waist up so why not.
While the accent was interesting, he didn't really see a reason to point it out or ask. If she wanted to offer up its origin then that was all well in good but he had been exposed to numerous accents throughout his life. It just didn't seem all that special after a while and for that he blamed his father. As a child, Max had been intrigued but as the years went on, accents became like colors of the skin, something he didn't pay much attention to. The visitors from Hell probably had some of the coolest ones though. Like old school vikings mixed with a little Klingon.
Since Max wasn't one to beat around the bush, he figured they should get down to the flying business and chat it up as they went along. Yes, he could multitask and fly while talking at the same time. "Let's move out into the open a little more, I'm going to need some room." With a nod of his head, he moved away from all of the shrubbery in front of the school to the open grass area. The shirt he had been wearing was pulled off and shoved into his back pocket and a fairly massive pair of gray wings appeared a moment later as he turned to look at her.
"It's usually easier if you wrap your arms around my neck." Waiting for her to comply, he paused before sweeping an arm under her so that he was cradling her. "Here we go." Bending at the knees, he sprung up into the air, his wings using powerful flaps to send them up into the clouds. "Too bad it's so foggy tonight, the view would have been better."