Better late than never! You'll have to make it up to me
Comfortable now in his surroundings, though no less mindful of the potential danger he might pose, Bruce set his drink down on the table reclined a little in his chair, stretching his legs out toward her to unwind after being on his feet for so long in the kitchen. Threading his fingers together and resting them casually upon his abdomen, his smile mirrored Greer's.
"No, not at all," was his reply to her question. "I'm sure which ever man you're constantly flirting with is enjoying it as much as you." His mind drifted and his voice took on a dreamy quality when he asked, "What sort of errands did you have?" It was light, after dinner conversation, to match his mood.