How many five thousand-year-old suitors do you think might be out there? [ Bruce is using his perfectly reasonable voice, mild and almost soft-spoken for how deep and rough he always sounds. Perhaps detectable for what it is, which is teasing. ] She deserves a nice date as much as anyone else.

[ Okok. Bruce'll take pity on him, glancing over at Barry with a smile that's mostly in his eyes - difficult to do so much emoting in one night, for a guy who usually schedules his yearly facial expression. ]

We're all adults, Barry. I'm not going to report you to HR for anything.

[ Interesting note, if he doesn't mean Diana, but to find anyone's skittish bisexuality worth remarking on he'd have to be a bigger hypocrite than he already is. A sigh, and he looks back out at the road, despite staying almost preternaturally aware of the younger man's handling of the vehicle. ]

All my exes are felons, anyway, I'm not allowed to advise on the subject.