[Always wary of other people's emotions and how they would react, Bruce notices the way the other man tenses. He doesn't exactly know the reason why, of course, but he knows better than to press.]
I'm sure she'll be a fine lady, then. [He says instead, letting the question drop. He looks at the cat and gives another small smile.] Befitting of a Champion.
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I'm sure she'll be a fine lady, then. [He says instead, letting the question drop. He looks at the cat and gives another small smile.] Befitting of a Champion.