[Oswald makes a slight face that easily feigns a kind of humility, a slight puckering of his lips like he's going to say something like 'oh you!' along with a light flip of his hand along a similar vein. Of course, this is all part of the game of business, offering faux flattery, pretending to be too modest to except, offer the same in return, repeat.]

In which case, likewise, do call me Oswald. After all, we're going to be fast friends, I feel! Please--[He gestures to the bar, suggesting Tim take a seat.]--Can I get you something to drink? Wine? Scotch? Martini?

[He hobbles his way around the other side of the bar as he speaks, presuming of course that Tim will say yes to the offer and rather intentionally delaying a response to the query so he has time to turn over the request in his own mind a while.]