"Don't let him hear you say that," Bruce replied with a gentle yet mischievous half-smile, thrusting his hands into his pockets as he led her toward the small table he'd set up to make it look formal. It was formal, he kept telling himself; it just happened to be formal with a very unusual, beautiful and confident woman. It didn't have to be formal. "He already thinks to highly of himself," he teased. He thought he could hear a tray being dropped in the distance, it's echoing clatter ringing off the manor's stately walls.
"He's been more than that to me though," he told her, holding a chair out for her in a gentlemanly fashion. "He was my legal guardian after I lost my parents. So I suppose you have him to thank for my impeccable manners." He smirked but his expression soon turned serious as he took his own seat.
"Back at the office..." he started, clearing his throat. "I didn't mean to question your work. You have to know the type of guys I'm used to dealing with day in and day out and, well, with all I'd heard about your boss." He chuckled, his cheeks coloring a little. "I'm... really transparent, aren't I? Most people don't even bother to notice."