Blake wore a nice white shirt under a black vest, with black pants as well. It was tea time. He scarcely cared about his appearance, but it was owed to his natural handsomeness, that his unkempt hair never looked out of place, making him look perhaps wild, but absolutely not barbaric or gruff. He entered the place after Mictlantecuhtli, and took a seat. 

Slouching down upon his chair, he spun the tea cup perfectly with his pinky finger, and with two of his fingers held up the cup as he poured it from the teacup. He took a drink of it and let out an audible sigh, before gorging on a scone. Otherwise, he had a mannerism that was entirely aristocratic.