With his background in the army, with special forces work that sometimes asked him to notice with if something seemed or felt out of place, Max already had a trained mind for spotting patterns he could extrapolate from. Add to that an inhumanly sharp eye and a powerful nose and few things passed him by, so long as he was paying attention enough to look for them. Markus seemed to accept Max's breakdown, rather than doubt him or ask him to elaborate. For the better, since Max didn't want to get into his military service, and his status as a werewolf was nobody's business.
Still, it wasn't all that. Exposure to Vicky's habits definitely helped, and he'd only first started noting her books when she'd first told him about what she was working on, highlighting what texts she was using when he'd asked her to elaborate. He'd remember what they were called, what they looked like, and know for the future. Being a werewolf ever so suspicious of magic use, he had it ingrained in him to notice it. Magic, to him, was dangerous, and he'd told Emily once that he only trusted it from her.
As Markus continued, Max couldn't help the grim smile as the man finally admitted to not being able to let it go. It was barely a smile, only a reluctant uptick of one corner. It was easy to understand why, with Markus digging in and discovering the sort of trouble Vicky had got herself into. He wasn't sure what the man hoped to accomplish, though. It was risky, if it was a part of the cult killings the Exchange were dealing with.
And he was looking to get Max stuck in too, by the sound of things. Giving the man a dubious look, doubting he'd have much at all to offer, he still nodded. “Alright. Sure, man. I can have a look.”
Still, it wasn't all that. Exposure to Vicky's habits definitely helped, and he'd only first started noting her books when she'd first told him about what she was working on, highlighting what texts she was using when he'd asked her to elaborate. He'd remember what they were called, what they looked like, and know for the future. Being a werewolf ever so suspicious of magic use, he had it ingrained in him to notice it. Magic, to him, was dangerous, and he'd told Emily once that he only trusted it from her.
As Markus continued, Max couldn't help the grim smile as the man finally admitted to not being able to let it go. It was barely a smile, only a reluctant uptick of one corner. It was easy to understand why, with Markus digging in and discovering the sort of trouble Vicky had got herself into. He wasn't sure what the man hoped to accomplish, though. It was risky, if it was a part of the cult killings the Exchange were dealing with.
And he was looking to get Max stuck in too, by the sound of things. Giving the man a dubious look, doubting he'd have much at all to offer, he still nodded. “Alright. Sure, man. I can have a look.”