Max had watched the exchange with mild amusement, but his amusement had quickly turned to irritation as she had quickly rounded on him once more. He’d been about to reply when he heard the tenser, angrier, voice of the Russian, and for once decided against it. But he quietly seethed at her words.<br/><br/><em>How dare she...</em><br/><br/>Although Max nodded at Pyotr’s instruction, and had watched Olivia get into position, his voice dropped to a softer growl as he’d taken a step towards her, unable to resist a further comment even then and an even cockier grin as he closed the gap between them ever so slightly as he adjusted his position just the tiniest bit to make it just right for himself.<br/><br/>“Show<em>you</em>, he means... You want to see how it’s really done, sweetheart?”