"Mm. And something tells me you're a man who can help with that," Bob fires back, smile turning from cheeky to something more heated as he thinks about what exactly he can get his hands on that belongs to John. He'd like to find out later, for now trying to restrain himself enough to build a bit of anticipation. He's hardly known for his patience but he can at least finish the drink the other man bought for him before suggesting they head somewhere else. He's turned on but he's not going to be rude about it.

As John leans back, Bob takes a second to pull himself together. He can't remember the last time he got so fucking involved in trying to chat up another bloke so obviously. Not without an ulterior motive, anyway. For now he's just genuinely enjoying the company, a bit of banter back and forth.

Sliding his own drink closer towards him, he glances around the bar. It's a force of habit, checking out his surroundings and trying to work out if he's about to get bottled or not. So far this new world hasn't given him any trouble unless he's gone looking for it. Giving himself a moment to cool off, his gaze flicks back to John and he raises an eyebrow.

"How long you been here?" he asks and then adds after a sip of his Coke, "not the bar, I mean this world..."