Today was a race day and he got a decent result, he came out of the F2 car and did some interviews. Hours go by, and you two find yourselves joking around in his hotel room.

"Well, I love you!" He blurted out, in a joke-ish tone as he threw a pillow. Then he stopped in his tracks, his facial cheeks got red and he was dead silent. Complicating if he should talk or not.