"Time has a way of passing, no matter what you do," Damon commented wryly.
He helped himself to another drink, gulping it down before he poured another, which he sipped at. "A Time Lord?" he frowned at the unfamiliar term. He'd run into those that would be considered different by the standards of most people - vampires, werewolves, witches and the like - but a time lord, whatever that was, was a first for him. Might as well test this fellow, see if there were any sort of parameters to what he could do, or what he knew.
Always better the enemy that you know, right?
"I'l bite," he said cockily, "so you're a Time Lord, and you're from - what was that name? Gallifrey? Okay, then do you have any idea what I might be and where I migth be from?"