He goes on also to clean himself down, eliminating the practical stuff even if he is superlistening to the familiar sounds of Bruce taking off his belt, clicking metal and slithering leather. As noted, it wasn't a visibly hard day at the office and all Clark has to clean away is the layer of exertion gathered beneath Kryptonian armor, and the saltwater dried behind his ears.

"And I was thinking about Tibet," Clark says, obliging in sharing his train of thought. It'd be easy to talk about Lois all day, and as much as he in unselfconscious in summoning her name even when standing naked in front of Bruce Wayne, manners dictate he pivots. "I've been doing my homework."

He just means the translation guidebook he got for that one Christmas. The prescribed homework, not the extra credit.

He turns, rinsing soap off his considerable shoulders, the ridiculous V of his back. "Maybe next time we need to get away, you could show me around."