Tom looked over when he spoke again. Ah, so that's probably what he was saying. Now it made sense to him. Still, he was curious if what language the male spoke. Dutch? German? French? He wasn't quite sure, but didn't bother of asking. As long as he knew what it ment then he was alright with it. He glanced at the empty shot glass again. There was nothing left in it, but maybe a little whiskey that you couldn't really get down your throat.<br/><br/>Ah, interesting. The male nodded as he looked up at him. He sightly moved the glass as he nodded. " Cool. I don't really have any songs that were passed down in my family. If I knew then I would certainly share one with you. " He said, before he sightly chuckled. He moved the glass  back and forth a little bit as he looked back down at it. Another shot? He didn't see any problem of having another one. " Ah, what the heck. Sure. I need after waking up here , and trying to figure out here I am. " He said, as he picked up the glass. He held it to him as he waited for him to pour the whiskey in it. " I could use another burning feeling in the back of my throat. " He said.