A small smirk worked its way onto Nick's face as he saw the leering look from the woman in front of him. No, that feeling would never get old, the one of being admired just for existing. Granted, he hasn't gotten a look like that in a while, or if he had, he'd completely missed it while being wrapped up in Paige. He didn't regret his time with Paige. He just... wished things had gone differently. He really thought they were going to be forever; that was a naive thought. Werewolves don't get forever. Unless you're Clay and Elena, of course, but he wasn't quite that lucky.
"You kidding?" he scoffed with a smile on his face. "Restaurant Row is only the best place to eat in all of Manhattan. I make sure to make a pit stop there anytime I'm in New York."
He got he coat closed and then settled his hands in the pockets. The cold wasn't bad as a wolf, but standing here naked in a woman's coat? Yeah, he was starting to feel it. "Great. I guess a simple answer would have been asking too much." He thought for a moment. "A few weeks. Maybe a little over a month." He glanced back up at the gates. "Okay, second question: What is this place?"