“I’m both disgusted and impressed by the delight with which you flaunt your superiority over a bunch of children,” Max said, when I rejoined him between stages. “At least try to look like you aren’t enjoying it quite so much.” “Why?” “Some might call it distasteful.” I gave him a sly smirk. “But not you.” The corner of his mouth twitched. “No,” he admitted. “Not me.”
