"A weird, dirty man, huh?" Bruce bit back his words.
If he were half the age he was, he'd probably lost his temper over such a remark. But he had learned some restraint in his later days. Best to keep his head cool, to not expose his anger. That way, he could do a lot more damage.
"But my dear Natalie, I'm not half as dirty as you are." He pulled out a chair from under the kitchen table, sitting down with his legs spread out. "You came here to tell me you're heavily into..."
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