Jason nods his head. "Then you got yourself a racer Mr. Hanagiri." he says simply. Looking to Ms. Komoaki for confirmation. He didn't want the word of some old fogie almost geezer age saying it. He wanted the words striaght from the source. He gets a goofy smile on his face for a moment. Then if vanished. As if he realized he was allowing himself to be...normal....ish.<br/><br/>He nods his head. He looks at him. "Awesome. In the meantime...I'm gonna go eat. My stomach has been demanding food for a couple of days now." he says simply. Blinking and looking at the old man in confusion. Then shakes his head. Shrugging it off as simply and old mans babblings.<br/><br/>He turns his attention back to Komoaki. He sighs and nods his head. "Yes. I suppose that is one of the few good results of my upbringing." he says. The bitter undertone spoke differently than the words should have sounded like.  He looks at her. "I give respect where it is given. And as far as I'm concerned...I gave him my respect. Respect for a guy growing up like I did...is earned. Not freely given."<br/><br/>He looks at her. Nodding his head. "Rich men usually are." he sighs and looks at her. "Yeah. I can gamble." he shakes his head. "Life is a gamble Komoaki. Oh by the way...call me Jason." he says. Giving her a smile. "You hungry Komoaki? If so...lets get dinner. My treat." he looks at her.<br/><br/>"And before you protest...I must insist upon allowing me this small honor." he smiles. "To make up for the challenge I put you through." he shrugs. "Can't be too careful. If a chick can't handle herself and stand up for herself...she ain't worth my time. Let alone me bothering to be respectful to her." he points out. And laughs. "Grew up on the streets. What about you Komoaki...what type of lifestyle did you have growing up?"