"I know an army brat when I see one, Miss Lane, and you certainly are a rare breed."
Charm was oozing off him as he introduced himself, puffing up his chest as he whipped out his shiny badge, before I could even open my damn mouth.
Rather than being repulsed I get ready to throw some banter around because his kind of charm is the good kind unlike Lex Luthor's repelling kind.
(who's charm always send shivers of the bad kind up my spine)
"You have keen eyes, DiNozzo, and it's nice to know my name is getting out there."
Pretty soon 'Lois Lane' would be a household name not just in Smallville, and not just in articles about my many almost-deaths, but worldwide.
And it was quite clear that this agent wanted the very same, or to at least have someone like me on his arm.
(that is if he can handle me, and I'm thinking he might just be the one who can)
"It's a name that follows trouble around, while mine just fits nicely on that awesome badge."
Before I could say anything back, my smile getting wider each moment with him, he whipped out his badge once again and I could not help but swipe it from him.
(learning we both have horrible pictures on our badges, a perfect match)
"I have a feeling, Tony, that you have trouble stalking behind you just as much as I do. And that's just what I got from that lovely photo of yours."
A blush took over his while face, which made my smile grow even more (it was extra hard to hold back my giggles), as he quickly grabbed back his treasured badge of his.
"Don't be embarrassed agent, it doesn't suit you. If you come with me to my next big story, which might get me killed as always, I'll show my own horrible picture. Deal?"
Without knowing it I had finally found someone to replace Clark (Mr. up, up, and away and never come back), he may not be unbreakable but his ego certainly is.
"Deal, Miss Lane, I would love to come with you. I've read all about you, missy, and don't want you to go and die on me. It would be shame to die before you've known me, trust me on that."