Bruce wasn't a man who particularly liked conflict. He tended to stick to himself and not approach in certain situations, but that didn't mean he was afraid to. He noticed Angus right away, and who wouldn't? The man had quite the reputation around town. He was owed money by that one over a bet, and he had heard what he had done and thought it was pretty shitty. "Oi, Angus McLeod!" he bellowed as if in good cheer, approached the man and said, "I 'eard congrats are in order... What's that? Wife number 4? 5? I don't know, but I 'eard she was a beaut. S'at Ruth Blacke? Oi, aye, I seen her affore, she IS a beaut... Ye're a lucky man." He paused for a moment and then nodded to the bartender, "Oi, fella, next round's on me." He clapped Angus on the back with gusto and a guffaw.