Max unfolded his arms as Pyotr explained (or demanded, it was hard to tell sometimes) what dances they’d be doing. Casting a glance at Olivia, Max soon returned his attention to Pyotr and what the instructor wanted to see them incorporate.<br/><br/>And that was fine, just fine.<br/><br/>In an attempt to show a lighter side, whether or not that was just because he wanted to get his way, Max seemed to go out of his way to (at the very least) utter a quiet “morning” in Olivia’s direction, keeping that grey gaze fixed on her as he waited.<br/><br/>He was half-tempted to beckon her forward, fingers twitching in invitation, but that wasn’t how this went at all.<br/><br/>And, in a way, he did want to see her dance again - just to see if she was as good as Pyotr had told him, truly at Max’s level.