"Well I definitely should have let you drive, then."
A wide grin slid out as Asa looked over at his competitor; after all, he was talking about Morgan driving his car, not Asa's. Fobs were exchanged, and Asa took the envelope. He counted, not from a lack of trust, but to peel off Morgan's portion and handed it to the small woman.
"I like a good competitor." There's was a slight nod of the head as he met Chuck's eyes. Was there some truth about it not being about winning or losing, but how you played the game? The man hadn't made any bones about losing, ran off with his car, refused to pay, or wrecked the Mercedes out of spite. "Thank you for the sport."
Asa offered the envelope back and headed to his car.
"Pick your favorite charity."
It wasn't about money.
And it sure as hell isn't about how you play the game.
To a Ventrue? It's only about winning.