Good, he didn't need to count the man as an idiot then. He seemed to understand the situation. Hopefully even more after he reviewed the information.
However, the dismissing didn't please him. He drained his wine, setting down the fragile glass. When his brown eyes looked back to Lex, they were narrowed. "I only allow a spare few who have a greater rapport with me to call me by my first name, Mr. Luthor." He was a king, a lord, a ruler--absolute. The Fantastic Four could get away with it, but not Lex. "Someday you may have that luxury, but not as of yet."
He turned from the hand as though he did not see it, palm sliding against the air to reactive the portal. The lights dimmed in the room once more, casting them in red as he looked back at the soon-to-be sworn in president. It glimmered from the lens of his, seeming like a red glow over black. "And yes, I think our two countries will work admirably together in the future."
He glanced to the desk. "Ah." He held his hand out, and the pen-shaped muffling/recording device shot to it. No, he mustn't forget that. He gripped it firmly. An easy step, and the portal shut, scattering a brief, hot breeze through the office. The lights struggled back to their original brightness, as though he had never been there except for the left zip drive and glass.