Oh those eyes got him. How was such a cute thing in these old walls? Once she nuzzled his hand he carefully lifted her and returned to the seat, running his heavily scarred fingers down her body. Like a villain stroking a cat in a bond movie.

"Clark...?" He didn't know identities of course. Then he said Kent farm and Jason's eyes nearly bugged out. "The REPORTER?"

Jason squinted after a second. "I refuse to believe you've ever seen a chicken that wasn't already cooked."