[3. Clark uses his x-ray vision in a public place: the Talon, a store, the bank. No one but Lex notices anything odd.]
Lex had watched Clark with what some might call an unhealthy fascination for two solid years. He'd seen him hunched over trying to be inconspicuous, unconsciously graceful in the strength of his effortless farm-work, drifting lost in thought when contemplating Lana Lang.
In Florida, Clark was a completely different person.
Clark sauntered down the boardwalk, grinning, challenging the men by staring them in the eyes, and blatantly checking out the women. Clark's "Heh heh heh" varied from impressed to scornful, based on no criteria that Lex could make out.
Finally, after one particularly ill-concealed bout of scoffing, Lex complained. "Clark," he whispered. "What do you think you're doing?"
Clark stopped, turned, and looked Lex over thoroughly, head to toe and back again. The smile on Clark's face made Lex blush, which was a new and almost completely unpleasant experience.
Shit. Clark had x-ray vision.
Lex had watched Clark with what some might call an unhealthy fascination for two solid years. He'd seen him hunched over trying to be inconspicuous, unconsciously graceful in the strength of his effortless farm-work, drifting lost in thought when contemplating Lana Lang.
In Florida, Clark was a completely different person.
Clark sauntered down the boardwalk, grinning, challenging the men by staring them in the eyes, and blatantly checking out the women. Clark's "Heh heh heh" varied from impressed to scornful, based on no criteria that Lex could make out.
Finally, after one particularly ill-concealed bout of scoffing, Lex complained. "Clark," he whispered. "What do you think you're doing?"
Clark stopped, turned, and looked Lex over thoroughly, head to toe and back again. The smile on Clark's face made Lex blush, which was a new and almost completely unpleasant experience.
Shit. Clark had x-ray vision.