"Fuck..." Jeff whispers, thinking about party planning, on top of the already daunting notions of schedule keeping and paperwork. Like, sure, he could throw a wild party with his friends back home, but he doubts it would pass for anything suitable here. Not with the moneyed crowd, anyway. Now he's looking at Max is if the man were a superhero.

"I don't think I could handle all of that. I mean, I'm supposed to file her paperwork, but... I'm definitely not cut out for all of that, man. You're, like, the Superman of butlers."

And hey, to be fair, Max is built like Superman. Maybe he really is a superhero...

"Thanks for the advice. Taking notes... I can do that." He laughs a little and adds, "Well, I mean. I can try to do that. I always sucked, you know, notes and details and stuff. And cleaning. And... organizing." Why is he a maid again? "But she really wanted me for the job, and the benefits are great so I'm gonna do my best."