Max looked up at the redhead from where he sat. She was certainly very pretty, if not slightly uncomfortable in her gestures. Though he wasn't exactly sure why she had followed him, at least she was being a bit more civil than the other guy. He sighed, rising to his feet and dusting himself off before accepting her hand, shaking it politely, yet with a firm grip. His hands were actually fairly callused to the touch and there was even a hint of dirt under his fingernails.
"Max." He introduced himself to Cass, "And I guess I'll just have to be a bit more mindful in the future. It just kind of sucks when you try to do something nice and you end up feeling like a jerk for it."
Max reflected on the actual encounter in hindsight. Sure, he'd reacted poorly and he felt kind of stupid for it now, but he was never very good at handling feeling bad. He couldn't explain it, but he hated feeling like he was being… Well, a pretentious dick. He just had no idea how to be charitable without it being confused for pity or considerate without being seen as being contempt.
"For the record, I don't have a butler." He said. For some reason, he felt like that was the most important thing to set straight at that moment, he wasn't entirely sure why, "My parents suggested the idea last year when they were visiting, but it just doesn't make sense to me. I've never really thought of myself as being lazy enough to pay someone to clean my room…"
Max sighed again. A thought occurred to him suddenly that this girl, Cass, might be one of the few people at the school who didn't know who he was. Sure, she knew he was from a wealthy family, but that didn't mean she knew which wealthy family. Max wasn't too sure how he felt about that. Relaxed? Anxious? She was being civil enough, but that was while knowing he was wealthy. Would that change when she knew how wealthy? Or if he was just as poor as her?
Max mentally shook his head clear. Politics and intentions. He hated thinking about that kind of thing. In the end it didn't really matter how well off he was or what her intentions were, her actions would tell him all he needed to know eventually, just as with everyone else, student or otherwise.
It was then that Max acknowledged the announcement over the loudspeaker, threatening detention. It looked like he had no choice but to attend the Opening Ceremony now. He held out the container of food, offering it to Cass.
"Hungry?" Max asked, "I figure we've got to eat and walk at this point anyway and I really can't eat much more."