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Max followed Joryldin's movements with his eyes for a bit as the vampire stormed off, brow furrowed in contemplation and the barest hint of surprise. He quickly composed himself back into his usual outward apathy as he diverted his attention back to the ground in front of him, lest he accidentally attract another conversational partner. 

[color=gold]"Maxwell Alderman? I'm Morrigan Cade, pleasure to meet you."[/color]

Now that caught his attention. The only vampiric conversational partner he'd ever have to have, should he play his cards right. Max looked up at the new holder of his metaphorical leash, gaze lingering on Morrigan's outstretched hand long enough to show that he had, in fact, seen it and no, he wasn't going to shake it. His eyes trailed upward and stopped just short of eye contact, instead focusing a bored, lidded stare at Morrigan's cheeks.

The other boy looked true to his picture - still crumpled in Max's hand - albeit a tad more cleaned up. He was smiling, which meant he was at the very least [i]pretending[/i] to be friendly. That could be deceiving, however, and this could very well end up like Max's last vampiric encounter. He hated loose cannons. A soft partner would be ideal, in theory, but that last vampire really irked him in a manner he couldn't quite put his finger on. He was so... pathetic. Max couldn't handle being dragged down by that constant weakness, even if it would make his life easier. Deep down, there was a part of him that would've enjoyed having some demeaning lordling partner to rail against, to keep the hatred in his heart alive and burning.  

[color=8585ad]"Uh-huh,"[/color] he started, voice unenthusiastic but not outright dismissive, [color=8585ad]"What exactly are you expecting out of me besides a meal? I'd like to know what I'm going to be responsible for. Minimizes nagging."[/color]

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