"Good thing we're sticking to racing then," he says cheerfully, not in the least worried about how things are going to turn out. Hell he's delighted in how well Blake seems to be taking it all. He's never been one to hide how he lives his life, and he just has no desire to start now. If he's going to make friends here, he wants it to be who he is.

Or the self he's lived as for so long.

"Oh so many talents," he drawls, realizing that he's flirting. Honestly and not just for kicks. Well, hell.

"Then let's do this and see who wins and then maybe see where the rest of the night's going to go. Maybe you'll let me buy you a drink."