He still scanned the room, but the girl had his attention, and he let a thin smile slip out. Max could think of a variety of cheeky things to say in response, but they all seemed far cornier than he was willing to say to someone he didn't know... at least, someone he didn't know that he wasn't trying to sell drinks to.
Crossing his arms across his chest, he watched her prepare the table to shoot some pool. Was she waiting for someone, or was she planning on playing on her own. Ballsy.
"Sorry if there's another name you'd prefer," he said, not looking at her, but glancing about for Seth. The longer his sentences, the more prominent his accent. "Didn't see a name badge or anything. Y'could be saddled with a much worse pet name."