"Is his work documented in the database here?" he asks, and then repeats the query with his fingers, in Kryptonian. Yes, apparently. Volumes of what looks like scientific academia mostly, but he imagines there's still plenty in there that's telling of the man himself. Language chosen, priorities ranked, commentary offered. Interesting. He doesn't open anything - assuming Clark has already dug through - but he'll remember, for future reading.

Considers, then, listening. After a moment his left hand drifts up to find Clark's corresponding one. Not a natural movement. Still learning. Rare moments of clumsiness when he acts on desires he usually ignores.

"That paints quite the picture." Huh. One eyebrow ticks up. "And implies an explanation for why romantic vocabulary and reproductive vocabulary have no overlap."

Did your parents fuck for freedom, Clark? Fascinating.

"One generation probably wasn't anywhere near long enough for him to divert the course. Unfortunately. That kind of insight can feel like a curse."