He might not be intimidated by the display, but he still takes every twitch of Pratt's body for the warning it is. The guy's got enough upper body strength that he can jump the bartop, and right now, he's only holding back because he wants to hear the truth. Alright. Fuck yeah. He can do that.

"Well, your friend tripped down the stairs dancin' to the beat of the BeeGees, and I was the one to sit the body up."

He grins -- it's charming on his own face, but it's a sleazy expression on Sharky's.

"Sorry about that, dude."