*Max blinks, then laughs loudly. The girl wasn't lacking for self esteem. He nods his head, sighing softly.* Ah well, c'est la vie.

I'm glad you enjoyed my company as much as I enjoyed your's, Tally. Like you said, perhaps we'll see each other again sometime. Who knows, maybe you'll be a famous artist by then... *A wink, and Max slips away from Tally and makes his way towards the front door. Softly whistling some old jazz melody and twirling the cane, the thin man decides the image of Martha dressed up as Zatanna was just too mind-bending to be in the same room with.*