Bruce could probably relate better than most to people treating you like you belonged on a pedestal above them. Oh, he had women throwing themselves his way, but he also had both men and women who didn't know how to behave around him and acted as though he were royalty. And in spite of what some might call him, he was nothing of the sort. Nor did he want that. Truthfully, Bruce lived a relatively isolated existence, save for Alfred and Dick. It wasn't often that he danced with someone simply because he wanted to, nor was it often that he met someone who could keep him on his toes.
He grinned widely and held out a hand to lead Diana onto the dance floor.
"Then I think we'll get along just fine, Pr-Diana," he corrected himself.