“Hello, hello! How do you do?" He’s pretty fucking loud. Usually the first thing people notice. Not because he was yelling so much as he knew how to make his voice travel and break through the white noise. "Depends on how you think I can help you with that, friend. What do you have in mind?”
He’s suspicious in the way a lion eyeballs a hyena. It’s natural. Part of his nature. Part of his sense for other people Not that the sense or small amount of wariness changes anything about his outward behavior. Can’t. It’s already a fake.
After getting over the initial surprise of how loud this new person was, Max smiled and pulled his second hand from behind his back, showing off the rusted and worn dental tools.
"I was thinking of picking around in your mouth, maybe pull a few teeth out for my display shelves, and then sending you on your way." Max shrugged and put the tools in his lab coat pocket and crossed his arms behind himself again. "Or we could have tea afterwards. It really depends on what you want to do, mister…?”
“Armastus, friend. I will have to politely decline the teeth pulling. See, I’m a man with a particular diet and a heavy sense of vanity. I need all of my teeth." Also, considering the nature of those questionable tools, he could safely say the request was hardly made by an actual orthodontist. "But! I may be persuaded to tea.”