Blake grins. "Yeah, and what would you call it," he asks, looking over at him as he runs through another light, his speeding increasing as he moves in and out of traffic. He didn't drive too crazy, mindful of his passenger and not wanting any danger to come to the man.

He was glad he'd taken a walk down the row of cars and spotted the McLaren. Otherwise, he may not have met Nico.

"Ah, in that case, sounds pretty great. And cold," he grins, finding himself driving toward the area of their shop. He laughs at the comment about Victoria Falls and sends a look in his direction. "Yeah? I'd do it."