At least she'd smiled that was a start. He followed behind her, the glance which fell upon Max less wary than it had been. He'd been reading the other's body language and had come to the decision that he posed no threat to his relationship with Sookie. He'd further decided that Max was no shifter, but a full-blown werewolf. What sort of a werewolf willingly threw himself into a vampire's lair? He mentally shrugged - it was none of his affair.
"Yes, Mr. Montague," he said in his slow Cajun drawl, "I think you will find it quite different than anything you've probably ever experienced." He had drawn in his fangs, figuratively speaking, and decided to make the best of this arrangement. It had gotten him time with Sookie, after all.
Of course, he might regret it once they were actually in Fangtasia, depending on if and when Mr. Eric Northman chose to appear. He offered Sookie his arm, offering her his most charming smile. "Shall we lead the way, Sookie?" he asked. He, too, wondered what double entendre Pam would offer to Sookie now. Whatever it might be, Bill knew that Sookie would not be led astray by it, or be interested in the slightest.