He watched her. Every move she made, like he was memorizing it to review later in his mind, and it wasn't out of the question that he might do exactly that. It wasn't her beauty, although she was beautiful. Dinah fascinated him, and he could spend hours studying everything about her. She wasn't elegant, but he didn't want that. She was at her most graceful when she was fighting. But she could charm the pants off of anyone she pleased, and she was smart enough to accomplish whatever she wanted.
She was perfect, and far more than he deserved.
Her question, then, was a double-edged sword, because both statements were true. Bruce reached across the table for her hand. He was quiet enough, and non-verbal enough, when he was Batman, he did his best to communicate with her under other circumstances. "I'm happy," he told her, his voice low. "I enjoy having you around. I'd like to have you around as much as possible." Squeezing her hand, he laced their fingers. His smile turned wry. "I do occasionally feel that you could do better, however, I've not going to question my good luck."