Bruce wasn't really certain of his own intention as they entered the quiet of his study, although he was instantly grateful to be out of the crowd. His nerves were instantly soothed by the quiet that fell once the doors were closed and he suppressed the urge to heave a sigh of relief.
Releasing Selina's hand, Bruce crossed the room in darkness to turn on the Tiffany lamp on his desk, the jewel-toned glass shade sending prisms of light into the dim room without over-lighting it, giving it an intimate feel.
Returning to Selina, he took both her hands, smiling . He quirked an eyebrow as he led her further into the room. "I don't much care what people say about me, but if you do, we don't have to stay. I was just looking for a little more peace and quite and a little less public scrutiny." Letting go of her hands, he took a significant step back and gestured for her to sit on the loveseat with him, though the implication was clear that he would keep his hands to himself.
Not that he wasn't tempted - he was always tempted where Selina was concerned. But opening those doors too far would be dangerous, so as much as he might want to, those were probably flames best left alone.
Easier said than done.
Sitting with her, Bruce took her hand once more. "Tell me about Saudi Arabia," he asked, deciding to start relatively easy.