Bruce knew that everyone was watching them, but that was to be expected, and he had never cared before. While part of him felt more protective of moments like this with Selina, for the reason that they actually meant something to him, but it helped him to give people something to talk about, and the press something to take pictures of, and Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle appearing together again would certainly send Gotham gossips buzzing.
"Mm," Bruce hummed in approval, his hand slipping from her hip around to the small of her back. "And I do like everywhere..." he let his eyes run down the length of her, a playful glint in them. They danced well together, but then, they always had, hadn't then? Here, or out there above the streets, they'd been dancing for years, approaching and retreating, but never getting close enough to solidify anything between them. It was enjoyable in a tense, expectant way, but also unnerving.
Bruce wasn't used to being off-balance, and Selina always left him so. It was part of the reason he liked her so much. His eyebrow flickered upward at her question, grinning in guarded amusement that she'd noticed what he tried so hard to hide. He purposefully wore his pants half a size to small to draw attention that way and away from his overly-fit chest (for a man who supposedly lived a life of leisure) which he covered in clothing half a size too large.
"Me? Well, I've been swimming," he grinned. "Some polo - you know I'm a glutton for punishment and keep getting back up on that horse." He'd never played polo in his life, but it was his typical excuse for at least some of his many injuries. Not that he'd let more than a small handful of people see him without a shirt on in a long time. "Some... other things..." Not that anyone knew that but Alfred.