"Also my preference."

But banter isn't released without a slanted look through eyelashes as Clark likewise reaches for a Diet Coke. Bruce, please. The tab is peeled free, the carbonation activates, and talking about this feels a little like he is circling something. A couple things, even.

"You said the chamber might make you sick," he prompts, as he brings can up to mouth to drink from, eyebrows querying.