He sat down on the bed with her, handing her the papers he'd been working on over the last few days, knowing it was going to work, but he needed samples to test it on. When she asks about the lead, he shook his head at her, "I can even get an allergy. The radiation eats away any kind of sickness or anything like that. It won't harm me in the slightest." He replied with a smile. It was that, or be afraid of himself all together and not have sex at all. He knew she didn't want that.
When Confucius settled down on his notes, Bruce's frowned, picking the cat up, moving the notes to a safe spot. He set the cat back down, and looked over at enigma, "what do you think? I'm going to need fresh samples to test this on." He said softly, "like people."