Once Max had procured his phone and held it ready, Dominic freely gave him his number. He tried not to think too much about how the keypad of Max's phone was probably getting covered in chocolate remnants that had failed to stick to the elevator button panel. Would Max's phone even work on the morrow? Dominic was betting that it would, given how hardy some models were, but no doubt the keys would end up being a little sticky.
Though Dominic had a keen sweet tooth, it was something he tried to avoid overindulging, no matter that he knew how to properly regulate his diet when it came to his blood sugar affliction. Playing it safe had gotten him this far without too many issues, and he knew it'd continue to do so as long as he held steady control over his own natural impulses. Nevertheless, after the events of this evening, he'd most likely be putting his Snickers bar in the fridge. It'd be a rare treat for tomorrow's lunch, for no doubt it'd taste better in the daylight.
"I hope I'll hear from you soon! You have a good evening." Dominic smiled at Max. "Enjoy your candy," he added without a trace of malice. Perhaps he found the hints of humor (that no doubt were in the situation--even if right now he'd have to squint to see them clearer) a lot more accessible considering he was about to return safely home. Dominic removed his hand from the elevator to allow the doors to spur themselves to action. He gave Max a little wave with his Snickers bar and then turned, heading down the hallway towards his apartment.
He felt he'd made a friendly acquaintance tonight, disheveled though Max had become over the joy of eating chocolate. If Max could convince the comic book store's owner that his idea was worth a shot, he'd get what he wanted, and Dominic could then surely acquire the go-ahead to cover such an undertaking for Along the Bay. He was looking forward to it.