That surprise earns an easy peal of laugher, Jacob grinning from ear to ear.

"Oh Tim," He grins, leaning forward to put his elbow on the bar and his chin in his hand, "Didn't you just say you wanted me to stir you like a martini? I think everyone in this bar knows what you want, you don't have to be coy."

He lets his eyes move, traveling from the collar of Tim's shirt, his chest hair poking through, down to the belt of his trousers.

"Not that I've ever known you to be coy."