He chuckles at the question and takes a sharp but controlled turn. Why not show Nico where he works? "Since I was... fifteen? Sixteen? Somewhere around there. I wasn't very good at it then but you know what they say about practice," he grins, sending him a teasing wink.

"Fuck, I feel the same damn way about the cold." He watches Nico pull out his phone and ask that question then barks out a laugh. "I do, actually," he says and motions to the decked out tattoo shop coming up ahead to the right. "I run this place with my best friend," he says, coming to a stop out front. "Did the murals and everything on it."

Blake pauses then grins. "I'll have to get a passport if we're going to Africa. I've never been out of the country. Except to Mexico."