He rose gracefully to his feet and dutifully followed her, his eyes sweeping over her ride a like predator analyzing it's pray.  He then looked to his own black 2007 lamborghini. He knew he'd probably lose as far speed went, but then again, she's in his territory.  He would really have to use his brain in order to make up the speed lost by the bullet proof windows and the plating of the car. And the worst that he would be forking up was his first name, maybe his middle if she was lucky.<br/><br/>He sighed for her benefit. "I accept your deal. We'll race to the ruins on top off the cliffs, starting about a mile east outside of town, curving around", he illustrates in the air with a hand, " to reach our destination. And before we begin, I need gas, if you want to try finding my designated starting place, go right ahead, or you can start getting used to the sight of my tail lights." Other than the sigh, he says this all calmly, matter of factly, only a glimmer of anticapation in his voice.