*tone of voice shifts back a bit- Jonathan, the birds, they've been off the table long enough that it's probably safe* Bruce... he gets worried when I 'crank it up'. The first time we, uhm. Were together, I tried to sort of wrestle with him, just sort of sparring, right? And he- I thought. He looked just like, like Bruce back home when.
The last time I saw him.

It was pretty clear that's not welcome.