Jason looks at her. "No. I am merely a man of reality. And reality says...your up to no good." he says simply and bluntly. "I am not interested." he says simply. "I have learned people here are nothing but trouble." he stares at her. "And just for the record...you may be beautiful but there is no way in hell I'll<span style="font-style: italic">EVER</span>fall victum to your womanly wooing." he says bluntly. "I am not going to be a victum of your beneath the sheets tumbling. I know your type Ms. Komoaki...and I plan on avoiding your type of woman...like the plague."<br/><br/>His words harsh and pain laced the underside of the words. He looks at her. "Yes. A lot of people have seen me race. A lot of people have offered to let me drive their cars. And even more people want to offer me a contract and all that other bullshit. I am not getting caught up. So unless you have something that is worth wasting my time...leave me alone." he was sharp toned. He sighs and calms. "Look. I've been here under a month and have yet to find someone of real interest."<br/><br/>He shakes his head. "You have two minutes tops to state your propasal and catch my interest. Fail at that...buzz off...do you got it playgirl? In other words...you can't play a player Ms. Komoaki." he says. His eyes sparkled with mischief, playfulness, and teasingly taunting sparkles in his eyes.