Bruce tilts his chin down enough to look at Clark over the edge of his sunglasses via the rear-view mirror. What might be the darkly comedic punchline, here. Something something, it's already fair because we know I can kick your ass. Something something, oh do you really think that would make it equitable. Anyway. A brief moment. Familiar kind of silent not-banter.

"It isn't about that." Fairness. But surely Clark knows. Still, it might be worth it to try and articulate it, so that he can't wiggle around to something creepier and colder later. He watches traffic for a bit, thinks distantly that Clark could be driving faster.

"Or safety. Though that, too. I just want to."