J-S reached out to take the scotch, though he didn't drink it as D'Art spoke. He waited until he was done before downing it in one long shot, blinking as the fire ran down his esophagus and into his stomach.
"Sixty...sixty four? And...mon Dieu..." he blinked, only partially due to downing the scotch. "You are serious, this much? And a car? You really think this enterprise is worth so much? Are all of us loaded with money except me?"