She shifts her weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other. By now she knows Tim well enough. Knows a bit of his life, his attitudes, his behaviors. Max holds some of those things in her mind constantly, whenever she speaks to him. And she's willing to bet that a Real and a Mirror always share some traits.

Her gaze travels slowly from her drink to his face, until she finally decides to say what she's thinking.

"Unless you're a really good liar?"