Max smiles, one hand reaching up, slowly, hesitantly, then tracing the back of his fingers gently over her cheek.  "Yes it has.  Too long... Ariana," he says, gracing her with a smile, then letting the hand drop.  "I sometimes wish we had stayed together.  Not sure the furniture would have survived, but..." he says, voice trailing off.  Remembering their night together.  "How have you been?  You seem a little... different, then before," he says, voice just loud enough for her to hear it.  Must people would be surprised at how good he was at talking.  But, it never hurts to let them underestimate him, now does it?