Tom chuckled at what he said as he was sightly confused. Ah, it didn't matter. He just decided to go along. " To the game the demons play. " He said, before his glad made contact with his. It made a clang as it hit his glass. He took a shot of the whisky before placing the cup down. He closed his eyes as he felt the burning once again. " That burning feeling. Even know I don't much like it, it's still good. " He said. He sightly moved the cup again as he smiled.<br/><br/>Tom raised a eyebrow when he mentioned vampires? So they were real? He looked back at his shot glass as he started to play with it again. He thought vampires were just your average myth. He didn't know if he should believe him or not. Then why was here? He tired to make sense of it before he looked at him. " So I gather drops off. What exactly happened to these drops offs? " He asked, sightly confused. He didn't want to hurt them or anything. He wasn't like that at all. Maybe he had to teach them survival skills or something. Tom wasn't quite sure.