His smile curves further into something more amused, as he crawls up along her body, hands moving on the rug on both her sides and propping his weight up. Eventually he's close enough to lean down and press a soft kiss to her cheek, his mouth planting little pecks to her ear, and down her neck.

"Oh, you're beautiful too, Bruce. Beautiful and handsome. Why, thank you Trish. You're too nice to me. Not at all, I say it because I love you."

He's obviously mocking there, his tone a very poor imitation of a more feminine voice - presumably Trish's.