Mick instantly went a light shade of pink across his cheeks at Torden being cheeky and flirting slightly because he knew both he and Ulfen were more open about sex than the Brits.

"Thanks, mate. Does Ulfen stare at my ass or something? He landed on my lap at our first meeting."

Mick laughed and shook his head, loving the attention, knowing it was all playful. The guitarist now getting both of them a jug of apple cider to share, knowing that all the Danes had a sweet tooth.

"You know back in my country apple cider means alcoholic cider. I suppose the non-alcoholic equivalent of this here would be cloudy apple juice. It's funny how the same thing means different to other cultures.