"Of course we will. We're not running a blinking zoo, are we? I never did like pets. They're all cute until you have to pick up after them. Like kids." Like young master Bruce, now an angst, messy teenager. What a ride. He means that as a tease and it's clear, the humour is there in his eyes as he plays around with Bruce, enjoying the way he ducked and dodged himself, the way he tries to desperately to land a hit.

It's entertaining ... until Bruce takes a charge. Okay, yeah, he deserved that for messing with him, there's no lie but damn, his back is so not built the way it used to. This kind of punishment is a young man's game.

"Christ." He wheezes and no, it's not over. Not by a long shot. He grips Bruce and in one swift move, he rolls them over and gives him a stern look. "Oi! You watch it. You break my back, you clean your own clothes."

Take that.