"You've never been out to dinner before?" Bruce's tone is mild, but implicit - the dumpster xenian processes that for a heartbeat and then apparently decides whatever these two are up to is weirder than cage fighting, and he throws up his hands and retreats back inside, muttering about needing a drink.

That squared away, Bruce glances back at Logan, utterly devoid of apology.

"As good as any."

They should get the hell out of his alley, though.