"Thanks," Clark replied, with a blink. "I think." Clark glanced down at his clothes, confused by how a solid blue shirt and a pair of converse tennis somehow changed who he was completely. Or at least, visually, anyway. He wondered what would happen if he wore glasses.
He took his drink and raised it. "I won't keep you, I'm sure your entourage is waiting for you." Still, it was...oddly satisfying for Cordelia to complement him. Even if it was a bit backhanded.