[Corry is, in fact, used to getting what he wants -- easily, often and vigorously. But he finds he likes Tim's slight aloofness, his playing hard to get, if that's what it is. If he were truly offended, he could leave, Corry would let him. He sincerely hopes he doesn't leave, though.

Finishing off his drink, he sets down the glass, leaving circles of condensation on the bartop.] Mmm, I've been told being presumptuous is one of my more annoyingly endearing traits. It catches people off-guard.

[He angles towards Tim, fond, eyes warm as they drag along the length of the other man's body, openly appreciative.] Maybe I just meant the gain in the form of a fun conversation partner. A friendly face to share a drink with. A pretty place to rest my eyes. [Corry quirks an eyebrow, pausing.] I could go on.