"Get it yourself." Tim shouts without looking towards the person asking for a pint. "Just like I am." He surges forth to meet Jacob halfway up onto the desk. Using the closest bar-stool for leverage for lack of a ladder.

Once he's up kneeling on the bar he kisses Jacob again. Pushing and trying to encourage Jacob to lay back onto the bar. Knowing and trusting that Jacob would say no if he didn't actually want things to go this far, but also unwilling to let the assassin lead. Not with a crowd and the other man being a submissive. Tim simply couldn't allow it for now.