Maxxie takes the drink, looking down at the remaining beer with a sigh of mourning. When he looks back up at Alec, his expression is a mixture of apprehension and disgust. Alec is handsome, he'll give him that, but he's also the reason half his beer is gone before he's even had a sip.

"Pretty, am I?" he asks, his tone skeptical. He doesn't much like pretty as a compliment. It leaves a bad taste in his mouth. Kinda feels cheap.