Bruce wasn't sure if disappointed was the right word. Disapproving, yes, uncomfortable, yes; it was still being framed. He knew he was in comparison naive. He saw this as much simpler than it needed to be. Tony was engaged. Tony wasn't supposed to sleep with strangers. It had barely been any time at all. "Just because you've done it before, doesn't mean you should do it again. Or there aren't consequences coming. He's a stranger, and this is a small community." He was glad he found out this way, as opposed to being side swiped by the information otherwise. He would react much worse to that.

His spine straightened and he shook his head very quickly. "No. No, no, I do not need details, I don't need to know anything about bdsm or the ... the parts of this that aren't my business." He thought if he had to hear any of them, he would get up and disappear for awhile. It was too much to ask of him right then. His stomach churned already knowing about it. A stranger touching Tony, no.

His denial sort of tipped him over the edge into an acceptable boundary. "This isn't my business. You don't have to answer to anyone, of all people not to me." How could he say he was attracted to Bruce and then to someone so vastly different? Bruce's type remained true. Attractive, powerful, hilarious. Not that he was dwelling on that, because of Pepper. "I'm sorry."