[ Have you ever considered just actually laughing, Bruce? Might do you a world of wonders, just saying.

He murmurs something about composing poetry on the spot being another one of his special skills he'd neglected to tell Bruce the first time around but it's a little jumbled together what with the way he's being kissed and touched again. Dirty talk might not be A Thing he's all that great at but, turns out? He's pretty good with his mouth in other ways, so.

Pleasantly lost in the way those lips feel dipping lower and lower, he blinks his eyes open when Bruce asks about whether or not he's in a hurry and he tilts his head there against the couch cushion, fingers rubbing over a shoulder as he looks to him; he just feels the need to touch him. ]

Considering I can be in Central City within a few seconds? No. I... never am. Usually. World possibly ending aside. Or — there was this one time on the bus when this lady was taking forever to pay for her fare and I really thought I was going to lose my mind because I was late for an interview that wasn't even for a job I wanted, but. [ A beat, realizing he's rambling, he huffs a quiet laugh. ] Not important. No. I'm not in a hurry right now.

[ But he's definitely got that second wind if the energy he has isn't anything to go by. ]