“Yeah, yeah...” Max replies, but his grey gaze was fixed on Olivia.<br/><br/>“It’s not my fault your dancing was so... sub-par.”<br/><br/>Was that a bit harsh? Maybe to the outsider, but they were both an old hand at insulting the other. Besides, if she hadn’t called him a cheating wanker, he wouldn’t have stooped that low.<br/><br/>But... He’d promised. She’d help him get what he wanted, one way or another.<br/><br/>Max walked over to Olivia, head inclined even as he looked down at her - mostly  from being a good few inches taller. He extended a hand in forced invitation, although he did it by battling down his own feelings too.<br/>“Well. Want to get this over with?”