Bruce shrugged. Not even a billionaire could have everything he wanted just by asking, and he wasn't the type to work all that hard to get it. "Well, you win some, you lose some," he said.
"That's what advisors and... all those other people are for, right?" he grinned amiably. "Kennedy was big with the ladies, wasn't he? Marilyn Monroe, and all that? I heard somewhere that he and his brother Bobby used to... well, do the kind of things Stark and I do with women," he winked, his smile widening. "And he's one of the most popular Presidents of all time. But," Bruce sighed. "I really don't have an interest in it. I'd have to leave Gotham, and I'm happy right here."
Standing, Bruce came around the desk and offered Lex his hand. "Well, thanks for stopping by, Lexie. Let me show you downstairs. I'll tell Lucius you were here." He laughed. "Have I ever let woman trap me yet? At least, into anything I didn't want to be trapped in?"