Hi Barbara!
Clark wasn't sure whether inviting Lois into his RV had been the right call.
Indeed!
PERRY: What have I told you about following a strange hermit into his RV sitting in an abandoned corner of a junkyard?
Only Houdini seemed oblivious to the general tension. Or perhaps he’d just chosen to ignore it in favor of his belated dinner.
HOUDINI: Two foot mating dance stupid. Let me eat.
"So," he muttered. He stuffed his hands even deeper into the pockets of his pants and stared at his feet. "So," she echoed.
Adorable !
She twiddled a strand of hair around her fingers, suddenly became aware of it and brushed the lock behind her ear.
someone who wouldn’t be scared or put off or—He couldn’t even bring himself to think of what was going to happen now.
There’s always the option of fading to black for some daytime bow chicka wow wow.
CLARK:
“That thought scares you, doesn't it?" Lois whispered. "Being exposed?"
Yes, exposing himself in front of the audience would surely put an end to his career.
With his back pressed against the wall, he couldn't pull back anymore.
He’s like a gazelle, cornered in a dead-end canyon by a lioness.
Clark was acutely aware of every inch of skin she touched.
Ooooh, just like Data and the Borg Queen in First Contact!
Of the two of them, Lois seemed to be the one who was truly magical.
Oooh, yes, she’s a Disney princess, getting rescued from the evil prince Alexander.
As soon as the sun came up, his strength would be back, just as unreliable and dangerous as ever.
Did he ever consider sunblock?
He chuckled. "I'm not a wizard." Lois frowned. "Then what are you?"
Creepy alien. Bent on world domination by possessing women’s brains.
He sighed. "I'm not yet ready to tell you that. But maybe one day, I will."
Gaaaaah!
So, see you Friday?
Michael
