Oh. He probably should have expected as much. He really hoped that Max had at least kept his storytelling to Bulba and Bulba alone, but considering Max was... Max... news of Char's badge of shame had probably reached another few unwelcome ears.

And now it was time to explain something that was not exactly easy to explain. Given how much he struggled to understand how grass-types worked, he wasn't entirely confident that Bulba could understand him in return; he suspected that his daily fights with Max would only come across as immature instigating, and that Max getting fed up with it just the inevitable (albeit extreme) response. Not entirely sure how to convey it, he just settled for the blunt truth.

He shrugged as best as he could, pulling his wings in a little closer to himself. "He got sick of me challengin' him. Wanted to make sure I knew my place, I guess."