"Hey, if the aliens are gonna shell out the dough or help us with a ditch, why don't we see how high a bill we can make it?" Max waggled his brows. He let her out of the hug, only to leave an arm around her and guide her toward the restaurant.
"Lobster thermadore, lobster bisque, oysters on a half shell, and something to pump my stomach later when all that hits." He winced at the thought of it. He was being cavalier for the woman who lost her brother. If Isaac had been here, he wouldn't have to worry about her. He didn't have to worry about her as much as he would other women, he supposed, but he still was concerned. She was here all alone now; someone had to look after her.
"What has kept you so busy, Red?" His hand might have inched up a little on her arm so that he could tug at a bit of the red hair. Just a little tease, but nothing that would hurt - he never wanted to hurt her. Perhaps that was why he never went very far with her; he was sure he'd let her down, disappoint her - everything ending in tears. He didn't want that for her. She was a good kid who deserved a little happiness.
"You've been damn quiet." He would notice. Max noticed quite a few things after all.