This is not actually being overly smart - this is having unprecedented access with which to draw conclusions - the smartness comes later, when he actually does the thing. But if Clark would like to find his application of crabs deal with radiation okay enticing enough to open the door to that sort of talk, Bruce will not dissuade him.

"Mmhm."

As if Clark were talking about the weather. Bruce doesn't actually like Diet Coke; this was a tactical decision, back when they were packing said sandwiches. Counter-balance to tunafish. At least it wasn't egg salad. Would Jor-El forgive him, he wonders, for balancing a soda can on a sleek and silver console's edge as he stands and moves to kiss his son. Probably. Fucking for freedom.