He studied his appearance and wished for once that he didn’t look so haggard and worn as he did. Bruce had been a looker in his day, even he was not too shy to admit, but now that he was past his prime and fighting a daily battle he had noticed the wrinkles around his eyes and the darkness underneath them more. Still, there was more to romance than looks and though he thought Jane to be startlingly beautiful, perhaps she wouldn’t judge him so harshly. Bruce took a deep breath before opening the door with a warm smile. “Jane.” He flicked his eyes up and down her form, “You look… very nice.” He blushed slightly, “Come in, come in…”