Before he mentally weighed the pros and cons of the deal offered to him, he wanted to fixate on Amy first. Well, had to would be more like it. Considering she was kissing and grinding against him already. Trying to envelope him with her embrace. As much she could anyway with the fabric of their clothes getting in the way that is. Although, that might not be an issue for much longer if Amy kept the effort up. Maxwell reciprocates and passionately kisses her back. Stimulating the vampire even further to where he could feel her move hands down his back. Until she reached his ass and began hungrily squeezing in turn. Guess she wasn't lying when she mentioned she was horny earlier. Really, really horny...
Moments pass between the two locking lips before Maxwell breaks apart the kiss. He smiles, looking down at her and plants another gentler kiss on her forehead. Running a hand across her face he affectionately strokes her lips with his thumb in a repeated motion. "Hey... I missed you too, Blue Vixen. You've changed since we last saw each other a few days ago. You've gotten thinner. More agile too. How do you feel though?" He didn't know what to make of all this. Of Amy and the deal the elder vampire offered. On one hand - Maxwell wanted to disembowel Grail where he stood and string him up with his intestines until the lights in his eyes grew dark. On the other hand - Maxwell wanted Amy to be happy. He wanted the men and women in Grail's cult to be freed and not be slowly essence drained until they were little more than living zombies.
He didn't want his girlfriend to have to painfully kill her every meal. Causing her to go insane with grief. Or for her to have to gang-bang countless other men to learn how to drain her meals efficiently without killing them. Maxwell's smile fades at the disgusting notion that he might have to share her if that remains the case. He tilts his head upward towards Grail. Before he decided anything, he would voice his opinion and concern on the matter. For once, Maxwell's words didn't carry their usual venom. "Aye, what you heard is true. Mafia employs cowardly, dickless thugs and attorneys to sort out their every affair. Legal or otherwise. From shakedowns, to gunrunning, to prostitution rings. I've only ever remembered them as being disappointing and lazy. But... nevermind that. What I want to know is why haven't you taken this place for yourself? Surely, with your information network, the location of the farm shouldn't have been a problem. Coupled with your supposed allies and that small army of spirits under your control. You could have taken it whenever. Why wait until now?"