"Oh yeah," Rokuta laughs again, even physically snorting briefly, "sounds like it would."

Shaking his head, he looks around, then cocks it as he looks back at Danny.

"Night's not getting any younger, and it's clear. Want to race?" There's a certain tint of amused self-assurance in his voice that he can't hide; Rokuta knows exactly how fast he is... and so, he's sure of his own victory. Not that he'd be upset about losing, either, but, well.