Why wasn't she surprised? Thinking that he could get away without having a proper conversation with Bruce with foolish. She should know him better than that - the man always had a way of finding her, hunting her out. One of his many undisclosed skills. Selina rolled her eyes, still smiling all be it in an an exasperated way.
"I thought you'd be tied up with Agent Hill all night - " she replied, teasing him. " - You're hot property Wayne, you should be with your guests." Selina took a couple of steps towards where he leaned against the wall, crossing her hands over in front of her her bag clutched tightly between her fingers.
She'd wanted to dance with him, she'd wanted him to hold her and to imagine for five minutes that things could be normal between them, clinging to the lapels of that white tux. She remembered those moments, few and far between as they were, when things had seemed like they might work out between them. She hated herself for it, but she'd be lying to herself if she couldn't admit that she'd imagined him pressing himself against her, giving in. Both of them giving in.
Selina cleared her throat, trying to push the thought of Bruce in bed to the back of her mind, as well as reminding herself to lay off the champagne next time she was in his company. She smiled a little more sincerely when he mentioned a dance.
"I'm sure you had plenty of partners Bruce, no need to miss me."