Max would never blame Esme for this. He had done it to help. It was supposed to be a simple last meal. A final send off for the spirit to go to the other side. This thrill seeking asshat had decided to take advantage of Esme's kindness. That didn't sit well with Max. Which was why he appeared under the tent pole with a death glare at Esme's possessed form.

"Just what in the hells do you think you're doing inside my lover, asshole?"