Shit. He almost pulled a knife on her. But she said...! Well, Erik has gotten in bloody battles too.

Max shoots out of his chair and bows deeply to her, averting his eyes in full supplication. "I'm so sorry for my rudeness, Your Majesty."

But he can't... he can't help himself. He doesn't come out of the bow, but he does chance a look at her, with a hint of flirt in his expression and tone. "What if they could entertain you instead?"