Jason looks at him. "San? What the hell is san?" he asks. Looking at Hanagiri watching his exterior. You don't grow up on the streets and NOT learn to know when someone is talking or showing shit out their ass. He glares at him. And listens. You could almost see the mental gears in his head whirring. He knew poker. And he knew this man knew how to play this game of "poker". Yeah while money was all well and good. His offer wasn't good enough.<br/><br/>He looks at him. Smiling a smile ANYONE would recognize as a devil may care grin straight up off the streets of America. He crosses his own arms. He pretends to ponder some more. He grins. And takes a long moment before speaking. He throws out his counter offer. And then adds in the ultimatium.<br/><br/>"All the prize winnings, three-thousand yen, an old timey street race drifter care to refurbish from ground zero to pimped out race car, and the company of Ms. Komoaki's prescence. I enjoy the company of a lady who isn't afraid to speak her mind. Stand her ground when needed. And any woman who can actually use a fan as a weapon to smack you with...is cool in my books."<br/><br/>He pauses. "Refuse find another racer. I'm<span style="font-style: italic">SURE</span>there are OTHER men like you who would LOVE to have my crazy ass skills. I am not an egotist...I am stating what others have told me." he grins. "I am called Offroader for a reason Mr. Hanagiri. Take it or leave it."