Menachem nodded, "Then we are similar. My father was certain I'd amount to nothing and left me to make make my own way in the world. Let us hope we both don't disappoint our fathers." He had a bitter grin before taking his whiskey. Before it could touch his lips, he stopped and watched her cough. He laughed and tried to compose himself. "Sorry.. your first time?" He gestured to the glass before downing his own.