Evan watched John closely, trying to read him. The man seemed interested, but confused. But he was interested enough not to just to tell Evan to take his idea for a bet and fuck off. He was still listening and no one was throwing punches. Yet. He smirked.
"Well, you say that she won't give me the time of day or night. You say she tells you things. That she trusts you. Let's find out of if you're right, shall we?" he asked, smirking with dark amusement. "How about this? We bet to see if she would sleep with me. I'll see her, throw on the charm, give her every chance. If she agrees and sleeps with me, I win; if she doesn't agree and turns me down, you win. But to make this even sweeter, how about we see just how honest she is with you? Let's give her the opportunity to tell you what happened if she sleep with me or not, and see if she tells you? If she doesn't tell you, I win. If she does tell you, stupidly, then you win. I don't care of the terms. We can each win a part of we have to win both to really win. Come on. Or are you too afraid you're wrong and she'd fuck me and not tell you?"