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Max paused at Eris' touch, rolling his eyes. For an actor, his 'everything-is-fine' face was a bit delayed. Well, it's not like Max had given him much prior warning, to be fair. At least he was keen on keeping things quiet for now. Flower Boy was a different story. He'd been fairly docile so far, but Max couldn't guarantee he wouldn't start a scene and tell everyone and their mother to start panicking while the murderer slips off and takes advantage of the chaos. 

[Color=82ca9d]"I was out back having more than my allotted two drinks."[/color] Something metal under his coat, a flask? His story checked out. Max assumed that was a gesture of trust on more levels than one, but even if it had slipped Salem's mind just what he could do, the mage was already worming his perpetual field of magic into the metal of the flask on the off-chance he'd need to test how much force it would take to crack Salem's ribcage. 

[Color=82ca9d]"Eris is...right, however. Too many ears and eyes here, if we want to speak and settle we should take it outside out of others range."[/color]

[color=8585ad]"No arguments here,"[/color] Max muttered with a shrug, letting Eris guide them along while he redid his belt. [color=8585ad]"I think you and I had the same idea of what constitutes a party. I assume you saw the new centerpiece of the room while you were there? Absolutely garish piece of furniture."[/color] That was the most roundabout way he could think of talking about the corpse without sounding overly suspicious or just saying it outright. Vampires had inane conversations about bad interior decorating all the time, right? It was just another thing to shit on your rivals for. 

[color=8585ad]"Err, hang on. Sorry."[/color] Max swerved out of Eris' grasp as they neared the exit, making a quick show of looking over a nearby table of food before ultimately deciding not to take a snack for the road. He palmed a fork as he departed the table, using his magic to slide it smoothly up his sleeve as he returned to the duo and continued walking outside as if nothing had happened. [color=8585ad]"Not what I wanted, oh well."[/color]

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