"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" The tug has water collecting in Tim's eyes. He does his best to try to keep the tears from dropping. Wanting to look manly in front of the man handling his sack so roughly. It's an utter relief when he finally lets him go. He jumps at the slap, but a grin is still on his face as he moves as directed towards the bar.

"Is that what you want? Something like this?" He leans against the bar top. Spreading his arms out wide and giving his hips a shake for Jacob to gaze at, but not yet bending over. "Don't I get a free drink before I start to bend over?" Not yet sure he'll let Jacob make him do anything, but maybe he will depending on how fun it is.