Max smelled Willow's nonacceptance to rodents, "you dislike rodents, I presume" he said without opening his eyes. He smiled as he got up, the mouse squirmed but stayed asleep, cradled to his chest, he tapped its head with his finger, "hey little guy, the missus is...uncomfortable, with your presence, may I ask you to take leave please" the mouse squeaked as Max put it on the ground, it scurried under the door and was gone. "He was drunk, he had to sleep it off so he wouldn't get squished," he ruffled his hair as he walk to the balcony, "such a beautiful view, we've got time to go somewhere if you want" he turned to her, holding out his hand, "we can go across the street from here, to that diner there, I hear they've got some good food, I've only gotten a quick burger, I've never actually sat in there, how about it" he was still shirtless with his hand out.