"Picky?" Max repeated, leaning back and draining his beer proudly "then I guess I'm flattered".
Six did not outright admit to trusting him or not and he could have brushed off her answer as typical cryptic spy stuff. But she was not wrong; he did follow his gut instinct for what was right. It had been his reason for remaining loyal to the old regime, until the lie that earnt that loyalty was exposed. It was his reason for now trusting in the new Empire and working so hard to serve it well. Maybe she had seen that. He chose to believe she had anyway.
"I dance" he replied, as if the idea did not trouble him one jot. "The Adumari have some pretty complex Court dances in fact" he added "not that I remember many of them". He briefly imagined Six in the evening ball dress of his homeworld, smiling wide for several reasons. "Come on then" he stood and offered her a hand up "your feet do seem to be itchy".
He led her out of the burger place, settling the bill with a flick of his credentials on the way out and holding the door open for her so she could slip through the narrow press first.
"Of course, I'm assuming you can dance" he said, walking close beside her back down towards a couple of bars. "We look a bit beat up, but we can make up for it if you've got the moves".
@Sreeya