Tim catches the mutter, if only barely, and chooses to ignore it. Much like the way he ignores what the other man says next, even the handsome man part. Though, in the back of his mind, he hopes he remembers that part tomorrow morning, or whenever this feverish paranoia wears off. The very least he can do with it is tease Cougar with it later.

He pulls open the door to the ice box, peering inside at it's emptiness. Nobody in there either. Good. He turns back towards Cougar, giving the other man a flat look.

"If you want me to go to bed, you're gonna have to physically manhandle me there. And I'm not gonna promise I won't hit you again if you try."