He shrugs a bit. "Never thought I would beat you chika. Just knew I would tie with you." He says truthfully. Smiling a bit when she agreed to dinner. Rolling his eyes and looked away. "Greek cooking chika. I do not do American cuisine. Surprising no?" he says with a laugh. Looking at her outfit yet adverts his gaze. His momma raised him not to stare at women in the way most Americans would do. Sure he was American but he was Greek first and fore most. He wasn't taking her to a resturaunt. Well not one that he had to pay. He would take her to the place where he could cook the meal for them. They usually don't allow it but he was more Greek than American. "You will enjoy dinner Chika." He says with a smile that most women would have fainted to. It came naturally to him. He nods his head. Climbing into his car. Hearing the guy talking in Japanese. Speaking to the car. "Ach agÃ³ri . Ti eÃ­nai me Ã³lous tous IÃ¡po?nes ? KÃ¡nte ti?n diaskÃ©dasi? tou eaf?toÃº mou ... ChristÃ© mou . Den eÃ­nai Messing me kanÃ©nan sas . KÃ¡nete ti? diaskÃ©dasi? tou allodapoÃº . Den eÃ­nai aplÃ³?s megÃ¡li?." (Oh boy. What is with all the japanese? Making fun of me...geez. I ain't messing with any of you. Make fun of the foreigner. Isn't that just great.) He shrugs and leads the way to a part of japan for the foreign countries like Italy and Greece.