She was going to run again. Not as far as Saudi Arabia, but he could feel it in the fluid motion of her body - something in the way her breathing altered that there had been an internal shift as well and soon, she would be gone from him again.
When the song ended and Selina stepped away, he didn't try to hold her. She would be back. Bruce smiled - something else he was learning, no matter how often they stepped away from each other, they always came back. They just couldn't seem to keep away, inexorably drawn to one another, no matter what guise.
"I guess I haven't had as much champagne as I thought," he commented.
The smile he gave her was real, not one of the phony 'Bruce Wayne' smiles he practiced and perfected for public consumption and he liked very much that it matched her own. It made him, for a moment, feel like this was his real life instead of a cleverly crafted facade. That he was a real person and not a mask of someone else. Selina made him feel as though this life were worth living, and that was... well, dangerous. He just couldn't help himself.
"Have dinner with me," he suggested quietly. "Tomorrow night - Fox Gardens."