The Captain took another swig of the liquor he held, hearing Qunith chime up about taking a tower to sleep in or something. He tried to consider whether or not that would be a good idea, but he decided it wasn't worth kicking up a fuss about for now. "Go ahead. Just mind yourselves on the stairs, don't trip yourselves going up and down."
Turning to look back out from the balcony, his eyes lingered on the canon, the courtyard, the graves. "There's a lot more good I wish I could have done Seru... A lot more good I wish I could do." He looked back to her once more, feeling some kind of uneasy, anxious sense as he did. The dark eyes, skin, hair. And that smile. Ash's face softened a bit, after the feeling finally passed. "Tell me about your father though. What was he like? A Cobranite lawman or something?"
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Maximilian's smile did not fade, but was finding himself rather irritated now. Was the man honestly going to try to lie to his face? No, it didn't seem it, it was becoming apparent that Mr. Snart may indeed not be the intended target. However, this other fellow, this... M'Kama... He may be just what he was looking for. Either M'Kama or Leander had the remaining bullets, but regardless... Maximilian could find a use for both of them.
"Ahh, the one who wronged you so terribly. I can only imagine how much it pains you. But you know... There is a way to get your revenge on this one. I guess you could say I think I could get you a... Weapon. Something this 'savage' likely would be unable to counter. What do you say Mr. Snart? How would you like to return that pain he inflicted?" The smile still remained on Maximilian's lips, but all it offered was a strange, palpable sense of coldness.