"Well aside from dealing with Max on occasion I will make sure you continue to like it with us."  He caught the fidgeting and when the opportunity arose, he put a hand on Ein's. "It's okay. If they get in the way I'll let you know.  I've ridden in a car with Max and his antlers. They don't fold back." He smiled gently and absentmindedly wiped his hand on his slacks when he moved it. Ein's hand was warm and it still felt as though he was still touching it. It was a good feeling, too good. Any extreme had a tendency to agitate his germaphobe state of mind wanting to rid the feel from his senses... good or bad.