He looked away as his own shot glass was set in front of him, and he picked it up, staring at the contents for a moment before downing the whiskey himself. Setting the glass back down, he looked back over at the other man with his eyes.
"So, not your type and not your song? Dare I ask what type of...song?" he gave a wicked little grin as he motioned to the bartender for another shot.
So he couldn't help but poke the bear a bit, but only in a good way.