Maeve is quiet for a moment. Not knowing isn't a crime, she supposes. She likely could have gotten away with carefully keeping a disguise up for this, but...oh well. She's already here. "He barely likes people as it is, so I suppose it's easy enough to upset him." There's a shrug. "I can't say I entirely blame him, but...I'm sure it's..." Well, not forgotten. Max likely didn't forget that. She can't forget, so that's one of those things. "Just one of those things."