"Reading in a casino. That's a new one," he shifted his stance, still looking interested, but definitely more comfortable now. He took a long draw of his drink, his gaze never leaving Max, focusing on him and blocking out the rest of the casino, seeing it in sweeps of color and blurs or motion and light. "What sort of book?" he inquired. "Or maybe I can guess." He canted his head, considering the other for a moment. "Mystery?"