I think it got heated pretty quickly. [ max is grinning as he says it, thinking back briefly to the unrelenting rhythm, the pleasure it had brought — yes, it hadn't stayed cold for long at all. impersonal, maybe, but certainly not cold.

and then his grin widens. ]

Good of you to notice. [ some people can influence the emotion of others with such finesse that it's difficult to notice, but max has always been more raw strength and power than finesse, a sledgehammer instead of a needle (not that he knows what a sledgehammer is). he doesn't think it strange that she noticed, although it is strange in how normal it is for him, given that nothing else in this city is normal for him, given that no one else plays by the rules as max knows them.

still, that's a topic for another time. something calderon would have more thoughts on than max. ]

Fate? I suppose I do.

[ he believes that some people get to make their own. he believes that some things are inevitable, too. (he will die young, that is inevitable. the only question is how and when — and how he'll have lived before.) ]

Are you saying it was fate that brought us together now?

[ if it gets him laid, he's absolutely into fate. ]