“I swear I don’t know how my stress levels aren’t through the roof with you two bickering all the time.”
Cat glanced pointedly at Lois, who appeared to be suppressing a grin with an expression of innocence. “‘It’s not true.’ Yeah, right,” Cat murmured under her breath.
“You heard Clark, he’s not answering his door until dawn,” Cat said, with a flick of her hand towards his apartment.
“And?”
And Cat’s not a lockpick.
“You and I are more alike than I thought.”
“What’s that’s supposed to mean?” Lois snapped.
Both are obsessed with getting a good romp in the hay?
“Once we get our teeth or claws, as the case may be, into something, we don’t want to let it go,” Cat replied.
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