[Varian has a few nerves of his own. While he resolutely does not blame Peter for what happened, the last time they were in each other's presence was at prom, and that was a whole ass mess. Still, he manages a fleeting smile, before glancing back as Max begins marching back and to. ]

Oh...yeah, that's Max. He's from home. Second in command of the Royal Guard. [He waves to get the horse's attention.] Max, this is Peter.

[Max stops, looks Peter up and down very pointedly, lets out a snort, then goes back to patrolling. Varian rubs the back of his neck, letting out a soft 'heh'.]

Like I said, nothing gets past him.