[Look at him, pretty much a model member of society now, drinks all around. The hat was swept off to be used as a makeshift fan, though the drow hardly looked too warm. Chances were it was simply theatrics but also, it was a tighter race than he'd expected.]

You're an excellent sport, Xenk. Undoubtedly one of the better one's I've had the pleasure of competing against. What a fine race indeed.

[He placed the hat back on his head and took the offered hand for a quick and firm shake. Oh no, they're going to complete this course, he can't leave anything half done, and once he was through with the handshake he went to place it upon the wheel.]

Once we're through here, of course! We can't leave a job half finished after all. Push upwards upon it if you will, I'll follow through downwards.

[Because between the two of them, he was fairly certain Xenk would have better luck with getting that momentum started.]