[ Max remembers his performance in Mexico - but more importantly, he remembers Dooku's. He perks up, looking pleased at what he's pretty sure was a compliment. It's almost enough to distract him from the subtext about Max's size... almost.

Still, he tries not to look too flattered. ]

Well, for what it's worth, Norman's usually the one who does the actual hitting when it needs to happen. He's way better at it than I am.

But any day where we don't need to resort to that is a good day in my book, especially since I tend to get involved anyway. Like you said, bravery and physical facts and all that.

[ For emphasis, he curls an arm up and toward himself, flexing. There's definitely a bicep there, more than one would expect from a kid his size and age, but it's still nothing to write home about. ]