Atlas expressed significant concern for Max. Somehow, he had messed up worse than him when it came to social interactions. Laughing to himself, he leaned over. He kept his distance, due to the high number of Judeo-Christian artifacts adorning Glory and Max. He stifled a chuckle at Lenya's quip. Atlas was good at one aspect of humor: Self deprecation.

"Did somebody say beer?", Atlas asked. The drink had quickly worked it's way through the vampire's system, leaving him sober. This bothered Atlas, but he ignored it. "I know of an importer in Canada, if you want. Have this amazing process involving maple syrup.". Atlas knew Max posed the biggest threat to him from within W&R, not even thinking of those who were hunting him from the outside. He needed to make "friends" here, and if he wanted to eliminate possible enemies Max was the best choice

"Hah. Hah.". Atlas still had no idea what to say. He noticed Lenya glaring. Or was it Jaklo. Or was it his imagination. Shrugging it off, he returned to his seat, and pulled out one of the few occult books he owned. He began to read, clicking his tongue. What was taking the others?