[It takes the Slytherin a moment to parse what Maxim's saying, because really, the both of them are just so interesting to look at, Maxim with all his brilliant, practically sparkling colors, and Shinra in cooler tones of blue and silver and white, sharp edges and clean lines, like a crystal, one he'd seen hanging in a window once, reflecting the sun.]

Huh? [reaching out, he tugs Shinra up to him, turning him around so he can wrap his long arms around the other boy's shoulders from behind and examine the top of his head] Oh ... nah, he told me no. It's cool, bro.