[ Blake manages to avoid narrowing his eyes but in his mind he's scrambling just the same, as if he knows he's got tells and they're being read. He feels scrutinized and it's unsettling how very pointed it is.

A long breath escapes and John reaches a hand up to unconsciously rub at his arm where they'd made previous contact. ]

Hell no, he wasn't. The guy was crazy rich an' he was born that way. His first car was a Lamborghini at fourteen. Course he wasn't. People like that got time to be more'n hobbyists.

I don't.

[ It's a lie. A bold-faced lie, in fact, even if Blake doesn't have the same support structure. At this point he's just hoping Davis doesn't have more dirt on him than just that. ]