Everybody should have a pocket sized Bruce... just watch out when he turns into the Hulk
Bruce smiled at her comment, and honest smile and not one that tried to cover up another, less pleasant emotion.
He watched her type in the number and shifted on his feet. It was a strange feeling he felt, emotions he couldn't pin down. Greer was nice in her relaxed feline fashion, and he couldn't deny he was oddly attracted to her, physically, despite the external differences in her body, such as her tail and fur. Yet, he was wary of getting too closely attached to anybody since the Other Guy had a way of spoiling things when they got good. He'd recently found out his wife was deceased, and that also stung, despite the fact that in the years while he was on the run, he hadn't been exactly faithful to Betty.
"Thank you," Bruce told her. He appreciated how she suggested that she wanted to get to know one another more, instead of this being an offer for a cheap thrill. Sex also held its own bag of problems with the Other Guy, which he didn't want to consider just yet in relation with Greer.
"I'm always here," Bruce added, motioning a lazy hand to the door of his lab. "Stop by any time you're around."