He'd been alone a long time, but he still remembered how people talked, He remembered the flow of conversation, Listening to it, he smiled, and then he heard those words, soft, like words whispered to a lover, or to oneself. And his cheeks flared to a red hue. Yes, he had seen much. Yes, he had had lovers. Yes, he had even been married for long years.
That didn't stop him from still having much of Clark Kent in him, and Clark still blushed from words like those. He tried not to look, but he had always had the weakness of curiosity, and he glanced at her, ears orienting his eyes, those crystal blue eyes, on the woman who had spoken.
His eyes caught on her, for a moment, and he stared. Skin that showed use, but loving and dutifully done, and beautiful for it; eyes that showed purpose, and emotion, and at the moment, more; strength, and determination of even her poise while drinking; and those lips...
He flushed brighter red when he realized he was staring and he jerked a nod to her as he smiled to her. "Ma'am." His tone is polite, and maybe slightly strangled, and his voice is a rich, deep thing with a life almost its own.
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That didn't stop him from still having much of Clark Kent in him, and Clark still blushed from words like those. He tried not to look, but he had always had the weakness of curiosity, and he glanced at her, ears orienting his eyes, those crystal blue eyes, on the woman who had spoken.
His eyes caught on her, for a moment, and he stared. Skin that showed use, but loving and dutifully done, and beautiful for it; eyes that showed purpose, and emotion, and at the moment, more; strength, and determination of even her poise while drinking; and those lips...
He flushed brighter red when he realized he was staring and he jerked a nod to her as he smiled to her. "Ma'am." His tone is polite, and maybe slightly strangled, and his voice is a rich, deep thing with a life almost its own.