[They are. Though not on the subject of hosting- that, he suspects, will always be one of Alfred's preoccupations; worried about his public image, his family legacy, his true identity, Alfred's counsel has been an omnipresent warning to play the part. To remember that a mask isn't enough to protect the people he cares about. It's a thought for another time- a more private moment.

The cup sits between his palms as if he'd wanted something to warm his hands more than he wanted something warm to drink. This is partially true. In his experience, it's easier to convince someone to take care of themselves if a social precedent is set. He does not know Clark Kent, but his actions thus far suggest some lack of self-preservation. Bruce does not snort, but there's something in his expression as his eyes move away that suggests it anyway. This is becoming a habit.]

As I said, you can call it selfishness.

If there's anything you need during the night, you can message me on your tablet.
[His gaze flicks upward, to the vaulted ceilings and gallery room at large.]

The museum is large place.