Bruce could feel the vibration in his pocket and pulled the thing out. It seemed to be humming loudly, an indication of Effie's heart.
She had a man to protect her, what did she need him for? What good was he to her? What good was he over a man with claws? One that could satisfy her and tempt her enough to hurt the person she loved?
He didn't even have the spirit to work, much less to fight.