Max ignores the banter, trying to think of anything that might get his mind off of his hard-on.  He stands there, images poping to mind to take his mind off of this situation, none of which work.  Am image of Ariana appears, and his eyes widen as he can feel his excitement rise.  "Not now, not now," he growls out softly.<br/><br/>Taking a breath, he lowers down slowly to one knee, trying to avoid any accidental touching of his manhood.  Retreiving the loincloth and belt, he then slowly rises back up.  Then turning, eyes avoiding looking at any of his fellow comrades as he rejoins them.  Still saying nothing.