"Women are usually right." Not the tiniest shred of insecurity about being compared to a bunch of ~girls~ either, mind. Bruce might actually look fairly entertained, if you squint.

And then he rises, one hand on the sofa's arm, moving in that strange deliberately slow-graceful way he has, like he's making sure he's pacing himself correctly. Why, who knows. "Are you interested in..." he trails off, making a gesture because he's not sure what time it is, realizing halfway through that Seoraj isn't going to recognize any kind of 'I don't have a watch' mime. So- "Lunch?"