He had not noticed her eying him or licking her lips as his eyes were still fully fixed on the road, and now their destination as it came into view. It was probably good that he missed them, or he may have been taken aback, or even more determined to 'win' their game. Not that he saw it as a competition, but that would not stop him from acting like it.<br/><br/>He pulled into the parking lot and swung around to find a spot,<em>"I'm pretty confident that luck is with me tonight."</em><br/><br/>He almost wondered if those words had actually left his lips. It was one thing to hint at it, but even with this game he realized that if he let his 'competitive' nature take over, he would be pushing this too far. They were not even out of the car yet and he had already jumped to the insinuation that his 'character' intended to get laid... by his mother. He was always a bit weird about social norms and taboos, and it was not that he was bothered by the idea of his mother having sex or anything, but that the idea did not bother him (and the subsequent idea that it was wrong not to be perturbed) that made him waver.<br/><br/>Of course, he was now stuck in his head, and he wondered why he even cared what other people thought. In the end, his mother needed a little release, to have some fun, and he needed to be a good brother and son... That was to convince himself the game was okay... He was not trying to imply that it would be okay to 'help' his mother 'find release', right? He needed to get out of his own head...<br/><br/>At this point, he realized he had phased out a bit and they were parked. He turned his head, realizing he had left a long enough pause that someone was likely to respond before he could think of what to say next.