On seeing that Olivia had gotten there first, Max was so tempted to take his time purely to wind her up. Just as he was considering that, Pyotr turned up and took more of his attention. True to his nature, the instructor was quick to speak, and even quicker with his expectations - but at least the two could somewhat get along, in Pyotr’s eyes. They’d have to.<br/><br/>Stood facing where Olivia was sat, although still cooling down from the effort, Max had to suppress a quiet chuckle as he answered.<br/>“What? You’re not<em>that</em>bad.”<br/><br/>Maybe he felt a bit guilty over how sharp those words came out, or maybe he had noticed it hadn’t been the greatest either. Which meant refining it to a clear polish, not a step or a hair could be out of place. It wouldn’t do!<br/><br/>“Anyway, we’ve got... what, a week? We’ll be fine, sweetheart, you’ve got me.”<br/><br/>He couldn’t be helped for sounding cocky about it all, rocking on his heels to emphasis his words. Oh, he was in that mindset alright, and he’d use that frame of mind to power though anything that upcoming local competition could throw at him.<br/><br/>