Blake looks at her. "I will stop calling you chika when you stop treating me like a damn american. I am greek. I was born in Greece. My papa was only half greek. I do not claim a liking to being raised since thirteen up in the American countryside." He looks at her. "I know the ways of Japan. I also know that since I pulled up you have been talking about me with your buddies in Japanese. I may not know any Japanese. I can read the body language and tones. You have been dissing on me since I challenged you. You know Chika...you haven't said anything nice to me. Or about me. You started out calling me foreigner rather than something simple like man or dude."<br/><br/>He looks at her as he rolls his eyes. Starting to flip and dice food the way the Japanese do. "Yeah well you did a grand job introducing yourself. You started the rudeness. My mama taught me that to our culture...chika is not derogatory." He stares at her. "You have repaid me with rudeness when I have not once intended you rudeness." He looks at her. Cooking and continues cooking. "When I use Chika it means beautiful lady. Sorry I didn't realize calling a woman beautiful was a crime here in Japan." he says acidly.<br/><br/>Looking at her. "My name is Blake Racivinni. Not some stupid American name." he says grumpily. Cooking and begins to get their area smelling like exotic cuisine. "I apologize if you found chika a rude terminology. I meant it playful and complementing. I know when I am being talked about and when someone is just conversing in Japanese. All the looks and the laughs and the body lingo told me enough." He looks at her. "How do you like your steak?" he asks.<br/><br/>He looks at the sky. Shaking his head. Muttering something in Greek but the name Han comes up in the words he was saying. He looks at her. "Do I get graced with your name or will I still be treated like a dumb foreigner from America?" he asks bluntly.