"She's nervous," Bane said conversationally to Bruce, as though Sophie had not spoken. "She's been nervous since this morning. Did you notice?"
"Of course," Bruce said.
Bane chuckled, "Sophie this is a side of you I never knew existed. Don't worry your marriage will be done in a snap and you'll be able to spend as much quality time with your husband as you want..."
Sophie looked at the ceiling briefly. Then she reached across the table, picked up the bread, and occupied herself with tearing a piece of it apart with more focus than the task required.
Bruce watched her for a moment, the particular colour in her cheeks, the way she was refusing to acknowledge either of them, and then returned his attention to Bane with the calmness of a man who had decided that this was simply how the evening was going to go and that he was, on balance, fine with it.
