He set his newspaper aside, standing. "Luthor. But please, call me Lex. And it's my pleasure. You seem to be in a hurry to leave, but I still feel inclined to ask you to join me."
Lex could enjoy the company of a woman, and had. Several. He found some amusing for short bits of time, and others for longer. Attractive women still attracted his eye, but he tired of it quickly. Beauty could be manufactured, and was. Besides, it was fleeting, and his tastes changed quickly.
What Luthor liked most in a woman was a challenge. And he could recognize instantly that the woman standing before him would be, at least for awhile, very challenging.