She didn't what Max was talking about until she followed his darting look towards the bar and Sam her long time employer and friend. He was glaring at them, well not really her. She was sure the glare was just meant for Max, which confused her. Max might be one of the nicest people to ever enter Merlotte's next to Hoyt who was a teddybear. She only remembers Sam giving that look to costumers if they weren't treating the waitresses right, they were disturbing his establishment, or they were supernatural. She looked back at Max and it donned on her why she couldn't make out his thoughts like she would a normal human. She felt stupid for not realizing it earlier but the only other shifters or were's she knew never represented themselves as gentleman. They were usually rednecks and bikers. Oh well, even the supernaturals were stereotyped.
She looked back at Sam and gave him a glare that hopefully told him to cool his jets and stop being so alpha, "You're no trouble at all, Max," she said honestly in her sweet southern voice. "Sam is just a little-" she trailed off not knowing what to say because she had no right to tell Max Sam's secret.
She laughed at his offer, "That'd be awfully sweet of you," she said, "but don't think that you have to." A good waitress would've pushed the dessert idea because it boost tips, but she didn't feel like doing that to Max.